Riotous Pussy

Um, no, I haven't been following the travails of "Pussy Riot," the Russian punk band now on trial in Moscow for existing or something. (Hey, I wish them well, but c'mon, archaeologists digging through our rubble 300 years from now won't be shifting dirt for evidence of Pussy Riot.) But the press has made it virtually impossible to avoid the phrase Pussy Riot. It's, like, everywhere. I get the distinct feeling that people just like to say Pussy Riot because it's suddenly okay to prepend the word "pussy" (and all that connotes) to "riot" -- you know, aloud. It kinda rolls off the tongue, so to speak. And guys, just fess up. When you say "Pussy Riot," you're really thinking "Riotous Pussy." Think of the double entendre "Pussy Galore," a fictional female character in Goldfinger. Appending pussy works, too. Think "Octopussy," courtesy of yet another James Bond flick. Better yet, think Beavis and Butt-head: "Hey Beavis ... huhhh huhh huh ... he said *Pussy* Riot .... huhhh huhh huh. Cool." Or put another way, as our duo of teen delinquent-philosophers would say: “Uh, hey, baby -- Damn we're smooth."