Every Saturday afternoon in, Ariz., women gather at ‘s house to watch demonstrations of her sleek new wares, which come in such enticing colors as “metallic pink” and “electric blue.” It’s like a Tupperware party … only not. Shafman is peddling Tasers. Hers look a lot different from those bulky blasters carried by cops: they resemble something you’d shave your legs with, and at five and a half inches in length, they’re small enough to slip into a purse. But don’t be fooled. These babies deliver the same 50,000 volts of muscle-paralyzing electroshock therapy.
So, um yeah, never mind that Taser International, the company selling these beauties, doesn’t have the best track record of late, and that “Since 2001, 290 people have died after being shocked with Tasers, according to Amnesty International.”
This is so telling of the times we live in, that rather than gathering ’round for a candle party or to giggle at lube and vibrators, the girls on the cul-de-sac are more interested in electroshock weapons.
This sounds like a shindig Sarah Connor would host.