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was NBC who had to apologize for the perception of racism, not the reality of it. That’s like me apologizing for being topless at the beach, simply because my ample cleavage makes you think of Jenny McCarthy circa 1998.
    Anyway, back to moobs. Because Eduardo’s was a hilarious story, we chose to do it on one of my shows. But as we did more research (i.e., Googling), we found that the guy had a history ofdomestic violence. Apparently a decade earlier he had told his wife he was going to kill her. Then he shot her in the head. So we decided to shy away from the story, because it’s hard to be funny about moobs when they’re connected to a monster. Frankly, he’d given moobs a bad name, and moobs had already been through enough. Certainly mine had.

FLUKED FOR LIFE
    SHE PREFERRED FREE PILLS over free will. Back in late February 2012 a woman claiming to be a law student, named Sandra Fluke, offered testimony before the House Democratic Steering and Policy Committee. I say she’s “claiming” to be a law student because she’s so much more. In reality, she’s a professional activist, a thirty-year-old woman who has spent her adult life demanding things that the rest of us should pay for. In this case, she was demanding that religious institutions like Georgetown University pay for her (and everyone else’s) birth control pills. This was her crusade, and the Democrats welcomed her with open flabby arms. After all, the testimony was happening just as the Obama administration basically was telling the Catholic Church to screw themselves (without protection) with regard to Obamacare. Yep, O’s mandated health care had something in there saying contraception, sterilization, and the morning-after pill must be offered free of charge by Catholic-affiliated organizations like colleges, universities, and hospitals. It became an ugly brawl—about religious freedom and tolerance. Can the government force a religious institution to act in a way that their very religion finds objectionable? And so the time was right for Fluke to become a star. And in the age of the tolerati and their obsession with entitlement,she deserved to be. She was the modern mascot of the protracted moan, the Norma Rae of “you will pay.”
    Fluke had made the claim that during a three-year stint as a law student, you’d be expected to pay up to 3 grand for your pills—comparing that egregious sum to all the wages you’d make from a summer job (which would lead me to suggest to Sandra: Get a better summer job, or maybe just any job).
    Forget her math for a second, because it’s silly. Pills cost dollars a month, and if you can’t afford them, then clearly you are too lazy and stupid to have sex—which is very lazy and stupid indeed. And if you expect us to pay for that, what next? Dinner? The movie? Your eHarmony account? A lot of work goes into having sex, and all of those play an important role in getting it done. I’ve argued before that even gasoline should be free, for without it, how would you get to the pharmacy to pick up your pills? If a feminist does not demand free fill-ups for her Prius, well, she’s just part of the problem.
    But look, the real problem was the sense of priority and proportion this issue had assumed. Fluke called having to pay for birth control an “untenable burden.” Apparently, she’d never met a girl trying to go to school in Afghanistan without being doused with acid. That’s a real burden, and even those who suffer from them might not call them untenable. As the son of a father who died of cancer, I can vouch for this: the last two years were untenable. Needing a wheelchair just to get your mail is untenable. Taking a cocktail of drugs to fend off infections? Untenable. But every Jane with an iPhone and an addiction to Starbucks lattes not being able to have her recreational sex life with beta males fresh from Occupy Wall Street subsidized by you and me, that was even more unacceptable. The fact is, in the age