Gratuitous bump. 
BunnyGirl has asked me to keep an eye on this thread, because she will be taking a short board break. However, ChickDope is still a go, and Bunny will most definitely be there.
I suddenly get the picture in my mind of NASA Mission Control…
“Lipstick?” Go.
“Mascara?” Go.
“Hairspray?” Go.
“Nylons? Nylons?” struggling Just a minute.
“Nails?” Go.
“Fragrance?” Go.
“Credit?” Uh… Yeeeessss, we’re go.
“Shoes?” Waiting on nylons…
“Nylons, you go?” Nylons are go.
“Shoes?” We’re go.
“Birch Run, we are go for ChickDope!” Roger. Countdown commencing…
mrblue, you’ve been shopping with large groups of women before, haven’t you? 
Large groups? Heck, I thought that applied to just one.
“Mission control, we are currently holding the countdown… there is a hair out of place and her butt looks just a little bit too big in that dress. Over.”
:eek: Anyone else picturing blue being scuttled?
You’ll be sleepin’ wit da fishes if you keep dat up!
Well, we all know our lovely Doper Chicks have absolutely perfect bodies, so this is not a real issue, but rather a minor perceptual problem caused by unrealistic societal female archetypes. The “Mission Control” merely represents the inner dialogue of a hyperbolic, comedic, stereotypical mind, and thus by humor we can playfully address the larger, more serious issue of women’s self-esteem in an increasingly superficial popular culture.
Oooo, good save.
I give that a 9.5 on the CYA meter.
You are, of course, absolutely right.
How myopic, short-sighted and, well, just plain wrong of me!
I’d give that an 7.5 on the SuckUp-O-Meter, think.
I’ll be there. You’ll reconize me because I’ll be the male perched on a tree limb outside the window, taping the inevitible hot lesbo action.
Well, except you’ve met me and you thus know that my overall glamour level is lower than this by about a factor of ten.
My list would be more like:
“Hair brushed within the last 24 hours?” Erm, I think so.
“Shoes actually match, on on the right feet?” We’re a Go.
“No toilet paper hanging off of shoes?” Check.
“Chapstick on lips?” Yuppers.
“No boogers hanging out of nostrils?” Ooh, wait, let me flick this one off with my pinky nail–okay, check.
“Wearing pants?” Oh. Right. Hang on.
Girls, I’m really sorry to say this, but it turns out I won’t be able to go.
That’s because my boyfriend was an angel and secretly bought us tickets to the Yitzhak Perlman concert in Detroit on the night of the 10th. He’s coming to MSU in April, but I wasn’t able to get tickets in time and was absolutely heartbroken, and the boy knew this.
Yitzhak Perlman LIVE is literally about the only thing on earth that would drag me away from this. Curse the guy who does his scheduling! I’ll be thinking of all of you as I’m carried away to paradise to the tune of Vivaldi… 
Bummer, tsarina! I was looking forward to seeing you again!
A Message From BunnyGirl: She has asked me to remind everyone to send her an email if you will be attending, and whether or not you’ll be spending the night (that includes you gentlemen, mrblue and manhattan). Her email is carls197@pilot.msu.edu.
And Cranky: Dang. I thought I was the only one who forgot to wear pants.
Just another bump.
The doorbell rang a few minutes ago. I looked out the window and saw a FedEx truck in the driveway. Hmm, I thought, could it be? The driver handed me an envelope with my name on it. Inside, courtesy of our dear, dear manhattan, was my ticket to Detroit! He and I both arrive Friday morning, and we will be renting a car at DTW and meeting up with everybody some time or other.
I’m bouncing in my chair right now. WooooooHOOOOOO!!!
Manny,
You are a prince among men!
I love you!!!
Move me from the “maybe” list to the “I can’t make it” list. Sorry, fellow DoperBabes.
I believe I just read on the outlet site that we’ll be there on “Deer Widows’ Weekend!”
You know, we’ll be there with the gals whose husbands are up hunting bambi’s mother.