...So I Take it No Sponsored Ice Cream Cones This Week?

These are the virtual gifts Facebook suggests I offer my friends.* I suppose they don't have to feel relevant or remotely desirable; it's not like Facebook has the fastest-growing user data trove in the world or anything.

Humor me ››

Talky Tits.

Hey, why not give basoomas a personality? Make 'em poetic. Give them names and a cute little Traveling-Pants history.

This is the kind of stuff I hate.*

I'm tempted to lash out with things like, "My tits are pretty apathetic to each other, and for that matter, to me." It feels inevitable though that someone will be like, "Your body loves you, and you should love it back, you awful bitch."

Naw, man. My body loves me just about as much as a virus hates you. It's a machine playing out a program, and trying to convince myself that my various extremities have autonomous emotions is kind of insane.

But maybe this works, and it's for a good cause, and kudos, I guess, to the Pink Ribbon Circle of Life for being willing to sh0w b00b in such a paranoid no-nakie culture.

Work by Grey/Amsterdam and lush femme-focused photographer Rankin ... and there's plen'y more titty where that came from:

Pink Ribbon Magazine - Two Girlfriends (English VO) - (2009) :30 (The Netherlands)

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*Another thing I discovered I hate today: the word "lolcano."

In a Word? No.

Via email this morning:

Angela,

Sounds like you’ve got your hands full re: lawsuit & recent relocation; but if you’ve got the time, I thought you might be interested in a pre-briefing on an upcoming product launch.