In the last sidebar poll, we stranded several people on a desert island with millions of tiny, bloodsucking insects. Tied for survival were the insects and the rest of the planet (added by an unknown visitor). Dick fucking Cheney got two votes, presumably because his last human part has been replaced and he no longer actually has any blood. Tom from MySpace got a vote, possibly cast by someone whose only friend on MySpace is Tom. And the Hewlett-Packard board of directors looked good for a few days, but then the insects got ‘em.
Hey, lookee—a new poll is up. Oh no, it’s about the seventies. I am not letting visitors add items to the new poll, because it has the potential to become the Poll What Ate My Sidebar.
That was a tough one. I’m assuming your polls are not handled by Diebold and that my selection of disco didn’t somehow work to the benefit of the Osmonds or the Bay City Rollers. Both are evil in their own right, of course, but disco almost destroyed the country.
I had to vote for bell bottoms because I, as a child at the time, had to wear them. I hated the way they flopped around and the bottoms got wet, and most of all I hated it when I forgot to clip my cuffs and the damned thing hooked into my bike’s gears and threw me over the handlebars. I started wearing straight leg pants as soon as possible and have not looked back.