Trick or Treat

Forget that it's Nov 5, because Britney threw tradition to the wind and decided to keep on rocking her nursing mother from the cover of National Geograpic Magazine Halloween costume in Australia. Her nipples look like those glasses you wear with the eyes on springs and they just spring left and right and up and down. I'm pretty sure she could breast feed one child in the front seat while she feeds the other in the back. If I weren't so immature and childishly intrigued with breast's form and fucntion, I probably wouldn't take a second look at this pic; instead, however, like most, I mean ALL men, I maunder on about the shape, orientation, individuality, and rougueness of Ms. Spears' unfortunate and victimized fun bags. Although, despite the gratutious logorrhea of exposedandnaked bloggers, not everything here is based around objectifying women, bronzing breasts, celebrating herion chic, and a judgemental list of sundry items and other meritless balderdash. Trust me, being me isn't easy. Try being awesome for an afternoon...it's exhausting.

It's a long way from the top...

When I think about the last year of Lindsay Lohan's life, I start to feel a little like that Native American in the 1980's anti-litter commercial with the single tear streaming down his cheek. Don't get me wrong, I revel the hoopla of her poor decisions, but it just seems almost impossible to go from being regarded as one of the world's most sought after females, to completely and utterly irrelevant. I guess when you spend your 20's snorting massive amounts of cocaine, drinking more Vodka than Mickey Mantle, and having penises poke and prod you from every possible angle, this is what your body turns into. At one point, you could google Lindsay Lohan and get pictures of voluptuous, young, sexy, rather innocent redhead. Now, all you get when you Google Lindsay Lohan are pictures you confuse with saggy, breastfeeding African women in the latest issue of National Geographic.