As a service to our readers, we asked the blogosphere what chaps its hide. In fact, we specifically asked what “really” chaps its hide, to let it know we weren’t speaking metaphorically, but rather about really chapping its real hide. Because when dealing with a behemoth of such powerful bigness as the blogosphere, one thing you really don’t want to do is really chap its hide. So that’s what we asked, and, as always, the blogosphere gave us a complex tapestry of answers.

The hide of The Last Boyscout was treated most roughly:

There is this particular person who i have been helping out in their time of need and i have been particularly amazing to them. For some reason or another, they seem to be brushing me off like i’m nothing after all i have done for them. It really chaps my hide that they are doing that.

Don’t brush off people who have been particularly amazing! Especially not with one of those bristly hide-chapping brushes.

Surcie endured severe hide-chapping in the toy store, looking at Bratz dolls:

I’ve got to say, the whole big-head-tiny-body thing really chaps my hide… What could these anatomically distorted and out-of-proportion dolls do to a little girl’s body-image ideal? And does anybody care?

They wear too much make-up too, which can cause chapping.
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