A while ago, I read about a cop saying some things about rape victims that made a bunch of people angry, and then about the follow up SlutWalk marches, and said that I'd go. Then, despite being completely sober, I said that I'd not only go along, I'd dress up for the day. Me and my big fucking mouth. Now I think these sorts of things are important, and I said I'd do it. So I had to. And the pictures are too funny to not share. Walking in the march wasn't an issue, but walking back to the car after the crowd had largely dispersed? That was a bit uncomfortable. I have no fucking idea how people do anything strenuous in corsets Focus: When have you had to do something, because you said you would? Alt Focus: Laugh at me. Caveat: No politics rule presumably still applies - which probably includes weather or not you agree with the premise of the slutwalk or how effective you think they'll be.