Marlee Maitlin would make a good carpet muncher, since she speaks like she's got a mouthful of Tampax
A few years ago, I'm leaving my office in Midtown Atlanta on a Saturday afternoon, and the cops have the street blocked for this "Dyke March" parade. I heard on the Regular Guys that many of them march topless, so I'm thinking, maybe there will be some clam in this traffic jam, right? Imagine a shirts-versus-skins women's professional softball game - and I'm not talking about the Jenny Finch kind of softball players. Definitely lots of skin (acres on some of them), but evidently they have never met razors (or treadmills). Not at all the spectacle I had hoped for. I think they should have had a bunch of mexicans in karate uniforms running in front of them, and call it the Running of the Bull Dykes.