After you read this story about a college coed going into Boston’s Logan Airport wearing a sweatshirt with a real, live, with-flashing-lights circuit board attached to it, and carrying what was actually PlayDough in her hands, but which could easily have been mistaken for C-4 or other plastic explosives — and see if you don’t ask yourself if this is a stupid, narcissistic bitch who is lucky to still be alive because security had the wherewithal to ask questions first and shoot later…or what? She claims that it was art. I don’t normally call people vile names on this site, but I think she earned it. (It’s not a sexist comment. Had she been a guy, my reaction would’ve been the same except that I would’ve called him a bastard, since, at least connotatively, a guy can’t be a bitch and a lady can’t be a bastard.)
