I met Ben Shapiro in a barbershop a few weeks ago.
I got roped into watching my 3-month-old niece while my brother got his hair cut. So there I am, sitting in the waiting area of a barbershop with my niece, and who walks in but Ben Shapiro and he's wearing a 'Facts don't care about your feelings' t-shirt. I was nervous as shit, and just kept looking at him as he was sitting there with his phone and waited, but was too scared to say anything to him. I didn't want to get destroyed by his facts and logic like the dumb libtard that I am. Anyway, pretty soon my niece started crying, and I'm trying to quiet her down because I didn't want her to bother the one and only Ben Shapiro, but she wouldn't stop. Pretty soon he gets up and walks over. He started running his hands through her hair and asked what was wrong. I replied that she was probably hungry or something. So Ben Shapiro put down his phone, picked up my niece and lifted his shirt. He breast fed her right there in the middle of the barbershop. I asked him why he would do such a thing. "Because I don't need a seven year degree in sociology to breast feed a child in need when I see one." Chill guy, really nice about it.
Sheeeeit! You had me.