Nathan Harden of National Review Online:
Here’s a link to that “depravity so graphic.” Prepare to be seriously disappointed, because there ain’t nothing there but a lame sex joke in the form of a poster that someone slapped up all over Yale University one afternoon. While the word ‘sophomoric’ comes to mind, it’s pretty weak tea as far as depravity goes. But apparently they think it’s evidence of The Decline of Western Civilization As We Know It.
They must not get out much. 
Well, if you’re trying to sell your book you have to embellish a little.
The guy’s looking for a cause that just isn’t as strong as he needs it to be to sell his book.
Keep that guy away from any device with an internet connection.
“A Yale’s depravity”? Since when is “a Yale” used to refer to a student from the school?
I do believe I have the vapors. My monocle has fallen into my champagne flute.
This guy should really just go chill out at a nice website that features simple citrus based celebrations, perhaps lemonparty dot org.
This reminds me of the South Park episode where Kanye didn’t get the “fish dicks” joke and goes off on a violent rampage about how he’s not a gay fish because he likes fish sticks.
I think this guy got the “Wilma Dickfit” joke a little later than everyone and it twisted his panties. So instead of admitting he didn’t get the joke, he is Super Offended.
Ok - I have to be honest, I did chuckle when I saw the poster and said it (quietly) outloud.
In a world where there are 2 sequels to Hostel and 1 sequel (so far) to Human Centipede, this is pretty lame.
I was all set to have a serious attack of Feminist Outrage. What a letdown. I shall require intake of…whatever the hell it is that feminists are supposed to eat. I mean, I prefer to eat prime rib and baked potato and drink beer, but I always feel like I’m letting down my cause.
Are you serious with this? WTF
I do declare!! Please fetch the smelling salts as I feel a bit of the vapors coming on.
Not to speak for Lynn but I’m about 100% sure that was said in jest. You really don’t need to find outrage in every statement regarding feminism.
I know! You order the salmon salad with craisins and brie, I’ll order the ribs and potato chunks. And then, when my “IQ the same number as their jersey” football hooligan pals, and your feminannies, aren’t looking… we’ll eat off each others’ plates!
wwwwwwwooooooooooooooooossssssshhhhhhh
To clarify, I’m a feminist. I’m outraged by a lot of things. This doesn’t ping my Feminist meter. Bad Joke meter, yes. But not the Feminist meter.
Testicle meatballs?
40 years ago National Review had a sense of humor. It appears to have died with WFB.
I’m reminded of a laser tag game I once participated in where one of the players used the handle “Afah-Q”.
Why the fuck would it ping your feminist meter? It’s an article from National Review for fuck’s sake. Did the ultra conservatives join up with the feminists when I wasn’t looking or something?
Again, WTF?
“…(T)his poster may be yet another example of the campus’s troublingly light-hearted attitudes toward sex?” Since when has sex not been funny? My own girlfriends thought it was hilarious when I suggested we have sex.
Ha ha! His name is Hardon! 