I'm sitting at work doing my job when I hear some of my co-workers raising their voices over the Grammy's. I could give a fuck about the Grammies? Grammy's? And I really don't care about most of my co-workers as I usually shut them out completely and do my work. For some reason or another I stayed tuned into this conversation.

Basically, this fat beta neckbeard mcgee started arguing that the song "Blurred lines" (I must confess I don't know the song, but it sound like a typical club track) was part of "Rape culture", and it wasn't "Ok". This all sprang from him having to defend his statement that the song shouldn't have won because only stupid people like the song... or something asinine.

The resident land whale was his main debate partner and she kept insisting that there was nothing wrong with the song and she liked it. She's kind of ghetto, fat, and lazy - though she is actually fairly smart when she applies herself.

When he kicked it up a notch on the beta bitch meter and started calling "rape culture" things got interesting.

To my total shock and astonishment, the resident land whale jumped in on him saying, "I don't think that song is about rape at all, and if a female sang the exact same lyrics nobody would care."

I was pretty impressed with the land whale. Sometimes you have allies where you least expect it. haha.

I was kind of blown away and I kept listening until the guy started making claims about how men being raped by other men isn't really rape.. ect, ect. I had to jump in, "Hey wait a second, are you saying it's not rape if a man does it to another man? What the fuck is that pal?"

Anyway, it's pretty disgusting how programmed and pathetic some guys are.