Some may recall that the eateries and drinkeries around my workplace have all been going bust -- or at least bust-themed.
It has now become evident that this slippery slope goes down much further than previously imagined. Driving past Twin Peaks today at lunch time I noticed they had a big sign up reading, "Hot woman, cold beer. What else do you need?"
If that initial noun had been plural, we might have comforted ourselves by imagining that they were simply complimenting the appearance of their wait staff, but I think that with the singular noun we must conclude that the path from treating a woman like a piece of meat to serving her up as a piece of meat must be shorter than any of us had realized.
Tragic, isn't it. Drumstick, anyone?