News, but not the serious kind
I’m out of here! Just call me Chicken Kiev!
Hey Blog Guy, I’m takin’ a vacation to Kiev soon, and I need your travel advice. I like to hang out at singles bars. I guess they’re pretty much the same everywhere?
No. In Ukraine, the singles bars are run by women, who make their own rules.
That sounds kind of hot! So what should I expect when I make the bar scene?
Be prepared to reveal as much flesh as possible, and have total strangers judge you like a side of beef. While they’re looking you over they will ask mindless questions, like “What’s your sign?” and “Do you come here often?”
You still don’t get it. It’s their bar, their rules. They’ll be wearing white lab coats and camouflage trousers.
And stiletto heels?
No, combat boots.
That sounds awful! Why would anybody subject themselves to disgusting treatment like that?
I dunno. It just doesn’t seem fair, does it?
Medical officers review a conscript at a military training center, the biggest in the former Soviet Union, in the village of Oster, near Kiev, October 29, 2009. REUTERS/Gleb Garanich