I Need To Talk About Mock’s Shorts…

By now, I’m sure y’all have realized that we’ve done a little sprucing up and redecorating out here on the website.  Every few years, we get the itch to move the furniture around – so to speak – and we’re beyond delighted with the way things look and feel out here.  But not everyone is excited.  Especially about this picture, where Mock is apparently dressed like a dirty whore (other people’s words, not mine).  This is the picture to which they’re referring:

It’s the SHORTS, y’all.  The freaking shorts. They’ve apparently caused a bit of an outrage.

Because conservatives get mad about things like shorts.  In the summertime, even.  Never mind that we’re in debt past our eyeballs, y’all.

Good Lord. 

Now, I especially adore the pictures that we had taken with our favorite Chick-photographer, Angela, at Times to Treasure in Indianapolis.  She’s been our ride-or-die since the beginning.  She’s been taking pictures of Mock and me for almost a decade now.  She even took my maternity pictures with my sweet baby girl.  Angela’s been through a lot with us and the Chick journey.

So you can only imagine how funny (shake-my-head funny more than OMG-HA-HA funny) it is when we get comments about our lovely, Christian-Mom Angela being ‘more than likely  a dirty old man‘ for taking such a “pornographic” picture, which is what someone ACTUALLY called her the other day when they commented about said masthead picture.

I crap you not.

We’ve talked about this on our show as a result.

First, there was this:

And then the pseudo-obsession didn’t subside, so we had to address it again last Friday:

I suspect Shortsgate will finally subside this week.  Perhaps our side of the aisle will begin to understand that shorts-wearing doesn’t equate to one’s level of conservatism.  Because  the two are, in fact, mutually exclusive.  (This is precisely the sort of thing that makes folks run screaming from the GOP, in case you were wondering).

But if the point-of-understanding doesn’t do it, I suppose the saving grace here is that the gray, six-month-long winter has fallen upon the wonderful state of Indiana, and Mock has seemed to put away her whore shorts for the looming, bitter frost.  Her thundercat leggings and insult-to-everything-that’s-Actual-fashion Uggs will soon be coming out of hibernation here in the next few weeks, and there is no way that anyone on God’s green earth can find anything pornographic about those hideous things.

Hands to the sky…can I get an Amen?

😉

(Cue emails about some sort of hibernation-thundercat porn that I never even knew existed.  PERVS.)