Tonight I am going to be a ninja! I’ll be tweeting from and during the dress rehearsal of The Marriage of Figaro, which opens on Saturday. Please follow @OperaNinja to catch all the action as it unfolds on stage – I’ll be sharing my observations and random thought trains, so expect a lot of information on the tightness of the various opera pants!
Ridiculous Activism is my very favourite kind of activism, and when you throw in my love of boobs and showing off boobs and looking at other people’s boobs, you had to have known that I would be all over Boobquake 2010.
For those not already familiar with the story, an Iranian Cleric (which, lol, everyone knows is the lamest character class ever – sorcerers for the win) has claimed that earthquakes are the fault of promiscuous women:
To see if there is some truth in this, Jen of Blag Hag has declared Monday April 26th as Boobquake Day: all women should wear their most cleavage-showing shirts they own to see if the earth will move under our collective power. There’s a Facebook event and a Twitter hashtag (#boobquake) all ready to go – all you need to do is show off your rack, and in the name of SCIENCE we will see if women truly are the more powerful sex.
So, in other words, next Monday is totally a normal day for me except now it has an official name.
In truth, I won’t be wearing the most revealing thing I own because I am trying to lead young men astray and spread adultery, increasing earthquakes – not get arrested. I own some truly spectacular cleavage–displaying clothing, and as Monday is a work day, I will err on the side of caution just this once. I hope to see the rest of you coming out to play, though – take pictures! Share them with the internet! That way, more young men might be lead astray by our bountiful bosoms and the walls will shake with the wrath of god and also tectonic plates!
Monday is going to be fun.