Close your eyes and try to imagine the following scene…..

You’re on the outside of a room, peering inside through a glass door. The room resembles a steam room - walls completely covered in white tile, a white-tiled bench running the perimeter of the room. There are people inside - two young twenty-something girls. Their fashion wares are quite unique - an assortment of denim skirts, fishnet stockings, retro sneakers, shirts that look like they’ve been through war (but were probably just bought that way), and an assortment of jewelry and other clothing amendments dangling and clinging to various parts of their bodies.

And viking helmets. Fucking viking helmets.

They are brandishing plastic swords. As you stand there watching, an intense plastic sword fight unfolds.

Sounds like a fucked up dream right? It wasn’t. I saw that take place in a bar last night.

(And no, I was not at a strip club.)

I think Suj said it best when he looked at me and said, “How do these people pay rent?”