You're a what...?

I had an intesting experience with the fairer sex saturday night that i felt like a sharing with the world, if only to get some sort of context or explanation to the situation. Before you immediately abort reading, there is nothing vulgar or disgusting in the retelling of events.
I met a girl, we'll call her Michelle*, at a party on Saturday. I spent the next hour playing coy with this blonde vixen and actually enjoying the conversation with her (while not a first, surprising nonetheless).
I work at the Edgewater hotel and had shift to set up an event at 2:30 a.m. I left Michelle and told her I'd call after I left work. By about 4;30 i had called twice to reassure her that I was in fact headed over to where she was staying. I took a Badger cab to Lathrop with two random dudes. The cab driver was from the Ukraine.
Cabbie: I hate getting pulled over by these kops here in America. I mean, c'mon I don't have a record...
Me: At least not here,
Cabbie: Good point.
Finally, I arrived at her place and went up. She said she was from out of town, Minnesota actually, and was staying at a friend's place. I immediately noticed two girls sprawled out in the living room and started to ponder my sleeping arrangements. I follow her to a room that her friend said she could use for the night. I love sympathetic friends.
Now, we start hooking up and the bomb gets dropped. "I'm a virgin.'
Huh? My immediate response is near shock. They still make you? Besides that, I was very confused that a girl from out-of-town would ask me to meet up with her later, wait til four in the morning for me to arrive and assume that I only came over for chatting.
Is it too far off-base to tell a guy that you don't do that? Or is it forward, presumptious and kind of an asshole thing to request? Seriously virgins, don't front.

*not real name
P.S. Some kind of countdown on the Famous Stars and Straps website; ends later tonight so I'll update what's dropping on the website if anything.
-Damon

Rock the vote

I hate politics. For some, the strategy and competition is better than a smoke after sex but, I don't see the appeal. Recently, however, I have felt an undeniable urge for change. Famous Stars and Straps is the embodiment of independence and to some extent, questioning authority. The authority has been questioned and the majority is voicing its opinion.
It is one thing to say that someone is independent. It is entirely different to act independent. I am a very independent thinker, to the point I sometimes annoy myself. However, the base supporting independence is that one person does matter. One viewpoint can change a mind and one vote can change the nation.
I refuse to tell anyone how I or they should cast their ballot but only urge that you do. The man who is unspecific on his pizza toppings should not complain when he's eating peppers and pineapple. Please go out and vote on Tuesday and be heard. For polling and voter information head here. Don't front politics.

VD

Happy Valentine's day silly. I actually hate the holiday and find it very few good things that can come out of the day. It is a fake celebration to sell shit between Christmas and Mother's Day. But, Famous just dropped a sparkling blue hoodie in the Gen-X style. Check it out here. Happy Friday.

The Pokey

A little late on this blog post; i've been terribly busy. This week I have a real beef with my management and human resources class. Now, the basics of the course involve managerial skills and how to better use those below you to get things done. The lecture period consists of the professor telling bad jokes and showing movie clips of various films. I just don't get it.
The major problem with the class, which has been voiced by many, is that it is common sense. I believe this totally. However, I think it is only common sense for a few. Many of the students in lecture, I'm sure, have not learned any skills associated with managing as they have never managed a group of people before. More to come

Lots of news from The Fast Life store in LA. Famous Stars and Straps is in the midst of a series of new drops. For those of us not in LA, the newest shirt is online here and features a very pretty girl (fellas trust me you want to click on the link). The shirt is a collaboration with FSAS and photographer Estevan Oriol; blog here. Also, February 14th, a new hoodie will be put up on the online website. More details to come! Until then, Live Fast, Die Fun and please, MHR Class: Don't Front.

MouseTrap

Brand new shirt from Famous Stars and Straps, affectionately named "Mouse trap". I got mine flown in from California. I wore it out Friday night and loved the fanfare. Multiple hard-looking revelers commented on its coolness. All I could do was agree. Check out the shirt here.
As for my personal touch, school is completely consuming my life yet again. There is something downright dreary about always having a feeling that the next five minutes of your life should be spent doing something constructive rather than take another hit. The classload and overwhelming commitment necessary puts a mental strain on every day that my feet pound the pavement in the fantasyland I've come to know and adore. Badgers don't front.

Writing Assignment: 1

Super Bowl Sunday is a great day. Nothing like cold beer, gladiator-like combat and expensive commercials. I was disturbed by one thing. The youth of today, or at least the cross section that took in the game with me are down on America. Before kickoff, some great players of today and yesteryear read aloud the Declaration of Independence. Now as screwy as our country can be, there is no arguing with the importance of the document itself. The tree of liberty would not have grown without the hard work and sacrifice of those bold signees or the empirical wit of Thomas Jefferson. The segment was met with cries of "This isn't funny anymore" or "John Madden is going to run for President." This disconnectedness with history is disturbing as it is one of the best ways to learn from the mistakes of others. I'm not shouting about citizens being un-American or how patriotic I am in my ivory tower. I am merely saying that disrespect for one's own country is the quickest way to get me to disrespect you. Almost on cue, the house cook blasted the entire room for being communists after most failed to stand for the singing of the national anthem. Francis Scott Key's words are by no means comparable to the prose of Thomas Jefferson and to be honest I was filling my cup during this rant, but an Asian pear is still a pear, yes?
On that note, I would like to call to your attention to a movie. The film is called Zeitgeist. The film is the scariest documentary I have ever seen. It is three parts, each with a premise.

• Jesus Christ, and therefore Christianity, is a plagiarism on the Egyptian Sun God Horus and the Bible is an astrotheological literary hybrid
• 9/11 was a false flag act carried out by the highest government officials

• The Federal Reserve is unnecessary and only serves the international banking elite

I could spend days writing about the intricate truths woven into an anarchist's cloak, so you're probably better off spending the two hours watching the movie . Cuz its totally not Frontin'

The Weekend

Just wanted to give a quick rundown of the weekend. Pretty chill in my opinion, nothing too wild.
Friday
I started the night at the wrestling match, working in the store at the Field House. The Badgers handily beat the Spartans and I got out of there pretty early. After the match, I went to a friend's birthday party who didn't even show up until two hours after I got there. The girls are all about the fashionable entrance even if it comes with a stumble and a hiccup. Finished more than my fair share of drinks and chatted up a few girls who seemed alright. Met someone at my friends house who seemed to know me. Have you ever been out and run into someone who thinks you are awesome? I can say that I love it. You feel validated and funny at the same time. Almost like a sidekick, this guy laughed at most of my jokes and even repeated some of the one-liners I was spitting. e.g. while my buddy was mackin' on his girl I let out the gem, "Hey if it's not on video I don't want to listen." Dude loved it and told me so. Fuck yeah. Turned in early.
Saturday
Worked the Men's hockey game against Minnesota-Duluth (2-1 overtime loss). I arrived home to check in on my roomates only to discover that Mr. Bombay Sapphire had beaten me to the punch. I love gin drunk. For some reason it feels so...gentlemanly to be blitzed on gin. Maybe it's just the sophistication of the gin and tonic with a wedge of lime. I can almost taste it in the back of my throat. Ended up making it to a party next door to my buddies. Highlights:
-My roommate, Rach, is not used to goin out with the boys; she got pretty fucked up and ended up cabbing it home soon after we got there
-My friend ended up stealing a laptop from the party but my buddy made him give it back this morning
-I'm pretty sure I passed out on my backsteps only to be taken to my neighbors next door for his party
Turns into a blur after that.
Sunday
Woke up quick this morning to get to the wrestling match. I was excited as the top ranked Iowa Hawkeyes were in town today and hoped for a good match. I had a bit of a hangover and wandered over to the Iowa bench to get some water out of the cooler. What do my green eyes stumble upon? None other than Dan Gable. Check the link for those unfamiliar with wrestling greatness. Standing next to someone you consider a legend is different than I thought. When I first noticed him sitting next to the young wrestlers I was surprised. Holy shit, that's Dan Gable, perhaps the best American amateur wrestler to put on a singlet. However, when I went to get his autograph he just seemed old. Better to burn out than to fade away as Jack Black says in High Fidelity. I wonder if Gable thinks the same thing.