I love Boise. I really do. I've lived in dozen of cities, eight different states across this grand nation. And Boise has always been, hands down, my favorite place to live. But for the first time ever, I have to admit that I am ashamed to live in Boise. Why? Because for Mardi Gras, several of the bars in downtown Boise got together to give away the "ultimate" door prize: fake boobs. I know Mardi Gras was never supposed to be about improving your body image -- some of the revelers probably couldn't even remember what they looked like when the night was through. And Boise is certainly no New Orleans. But to use plastic surgery as an enticement to get people to the bars on Mardi Gras? Seriously? "We're just trying to put some fun back into Mardi Gras," bar owner Ted Challenger explained. And nothing says fun like fake boobs!/Mary Pritchard, Huffington Post. More here.
Question: Clever door prize? Or tacky beyond belief?