Jeeves! My Slippers, Please.


Last month, I had a freelance piece in Playboy on the SWAT phenomenon (it's not online yet).  It was a short piece with a few bullet-point examples, and some brief background.

This fellow apparently didn't like it much, citing it I guess as proof for his theory that weenie liberal men like me are hellbent on neutering Western society of its manliness.  More hilarious is the mental picture he has of me:



His mistaking a word-count limit for a lack of suitable examples aside, let me just say that as a white-bread, corn-fed Hoosier who currently rents a 2-bedroom row house in an average-income  Alexandria, Virginia neighborhood, color me flattered to be called a Rob Roy-sipping, Yacht-clubbing elitist!

Gotta' go, now.  Heff's flying me and 'Lec (that's what I call Alec Baldwin) to the Mansion for a midnight grotto party.  I'll tell Drew Carey y'all said hi.