Breast Cancer Silver Lining
This is so awesome to get emails addressed to my boobs. Thank you, breast cancer. I didn’t realize what my boobs have been missing out on all this time. I usually have the opposite problem. With me, people frequently get bumfuzzled from looking at my eyes. For those of you who don’t know me (or were just looking at my boobs), I have one blue eye and one hazel.
In the right light they can be quite jarring. So, as I was saying, people usually stop at my eyes and don’t give my boobs their proper due. Perhaps this is the breast cancer silver lining (I’ll be looking intently for the silver lining on this breast cancer deal). Finally, the boobs are getting the publicity they have been cruelly denied. Yea, boobs! I realize we live in a culture that worships boobs but I’ve never been one to consider my own having any mass appeal. Now I have a blog that is boob-centric. The world is a crazy place.
I started the blog before boobs became the big draw because I’ve written a book (sadly, not about my boobs). It’s a memoir. If I ever get it published, you will know far more about me than you ever wanted. Not that I’m not intensely fascinating, but perhaps more fascinating with the boobs. And I keep saying “boobs” when really it’s just the right one that has obviously been insecure and in need of attention. Could this be the right boob’s misplaced joke to get publicity? Is it mad at me for ignoring those opportunities you hear on the radio about entering wet t-shirt contests? Pissed I passed up opportunities to flash my rack in exchange for Mardi Gras beads? Doesn’t the right boob realize no one wants to see a 45 year old’s boobs in that capacity?