So we forget to write about Tombs trivia names last week. We were there — promise! — but in the midst of hand-wringing about what’s offensive, what’s not, and a sudden need to try on habits, it slipped our mind. To make up for it, here’s a photo of a potbellied pig.
First place (the “fighting the pussification of America” memorial trophy): The number of times I thought my cab driver was Osama or Are you sure it wasn’t Cat Stevens? or Any of the other dozen bin Laden-themed names, really Like Jeff Dunham’s career, these should be buried far away from society forever and ever. It’s a good thing that the world’s less one scumbag, but that doesn’t excuse tired stereotypes.
Second place (the “whiny little bloggers” silver medal): If a tree falls on a woman and there’s no one there to hear it … wait why was a tree in the kitchen? The minds behind this name should go into advertising.
Runners-up (the “it’s called dark humor” consolation ribbon) How many drinks does it take to abort this baby? Is there anything particularly funny about this name? Or is just it a lazy ploy to get people to laugh at an uncomfortable topic? Call the exterminator this place is full of WASPs It’s a Catholic school, goof. My couch pulls out but I don’t Classy.
The “four years later and we’re still drinking in a basement” moment worth celebrating: A Tombs trivia night without any rape jokes. (Assuming, you know, you ignore the other crude names.) Progress!