To the marketers of Chick Beer...
And a myriad of other stupid pink bullshit products…
Just stop. My head is practically bruised from all the facepalming.
To the marketers of Chick Beer...
And a myriad of other stupid pink bullshit products…
Just stop. My head is practically bruised from all the facepalming.
August marked the sixth anniversary of my move to Connecticut, when I enrolled in Quinnipiac University’s graduate journalism program. And I’ll be the first to admit that I wasn’t originally the biggest fan of the Nutmeg State.
In short, my 2005 thoughts pretty much dovetailed with the recent “Worst 50 States in America” series on Gawker, where Connecticut was ranked midway at #31.
“Connecticut is mostly just America’s suburb, a string of medium-sized towns rolling into medium-sized towns, only to be briefly interrupted by decaying heaps like Bridgeport, New Haven, and Hartford. Connecticut has some of the least character or local flavor in the country…”