I'd ask if you were serious, but really, I already know
Link of the day. An Australian men's magazine is offering, as a prize for a contest, a set of new breast implants for the winner's girlfriend. It gets better as the competition? Consists of men taking pictures of their girlfriend's cleavage which, then, be posted on the internet for voters to choose the woman 'most deserving' of the implants.

What makes it more special, someone points out in the article, these women may not necessarily even know their significant others are entering them into the contest. The whole thing is quite stomach turning but, I'm not under the delusion that it hasn't happened before. I'm sure that somewhere, some other magazine in whatever country, has either considered, done, or is planning on doing something very similiar. I may have even heard about it but it escapes my rather pitiful memory.

The worst of it? I wasn't even surprised. I do think, still, that having larger breasts? IS NOT all that it's cracked up to be. Seriously, when you're 5'2" and people still manage to have entire conversations with your breasts? NOT as fun as you'd think. And let us not even speak of trying to find dresses that fit your upper body that aren't large enough to house half the United States Marine Corps on the bottom. And the penchant toward skinny shirts? Thanks, but, no, I like breathing. I've tried some lately and, I swear, corsets are less restrictive. Not to mention living with your breasts shoved up under your chin? How is THAT attractive?

Ahem.

/end rant.

How fitting is it that a Dolly Parton song just came on my Yahoo LaunchCast Radio. Oh psychic LaunchCast, your music fu is genius today.

Random quote from my spn_xx fic, just to cheer things up!

"You two keep this up," Carolina said, amused. "And folks'll talk."

"Which you like," Kate pointed out. "Ms. I-Carry-A-Bullwhip-And-I-Know-How-To-Use-It-Just-Ask-Me-How."

"You know, with a name like that, I can see why you'd go by Carolina," Jane said with a smirk.

"Well, it is tradition," Carolina said, her mind still mulling over the conversation she'd interrupted. "After all, Grandpa named himself after the dog."

"Oh god, seriously?" Kate blinked. "I thought those movies were bullshit."

"They are," said Carolina. She didn't try to keep the aggravation from her voice. Everyone on campus knew of her extreme dislike for all things Spielberg. "Complete and utter bullshit."

"So, pretty much bang on?" Kate said, looking over at Jane.

"Where the Jones family is concerned?" Jane nodded. "Yes."

"Dude," Kate grinned at Carolina. "Your family seriously trumps mine in the fucked up department. No wonder you like hanging out with hunters."