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I can now honestly say I know Victoria's Secret. Are you ready? It's F-I-T.

Let me back up and say that on my best friend's visit this spring (she's one of those continential, splitting her time types) my breasts were the object of considerable talk. First there was the Oaks dress, which flatters me in every way but especially in the bust.

People were taken aback.

See, as well as running with a pretty crowd (as I believe I have mentioned before) I run with a busty one so my assets, such as they are, (somewhere between peach and grapefruit, producially speaking) had perhaps been, how shall we say..overlooked. There was actually a comment from the BFF to the effect of I didn't have a rack so much as a ledge or maybe a small shelf.* And yes, I have gotten the "more than a handful is a waste" line from more than one man. I know they were trying to be kind but really, it's one of those lines that only sounds kind. It's kinda like "it's not the size it's what you do with it" for women.

But finally, much like my inept hanging skills that leaves practically everything in my house crooked (I just start pounding, she uses a level) she had had enough of my ill fitting and tired bras. I was dragged, kicking and screaming as I remember it, to the mall to take care of this offensive business once and for all. As she scoured the store to get a girl I stood by the door muttering," I don't want a girl" over and over. (I thought it was going to be WAY more hands on if you're picking up what I'm laying down. ) But after the measuring was done and pronounced I was so glad because the look on her face when she heard and even more when she saw was classic.

34C and it's all me. Oh yeah.


*Before you think her too harsh let me offer that old friends get a pass in this, that's the cool things about old friends. And her comment also came back to bite her big time in the shape of a saddlebag zinger that made me laugh so hard I got a cramp. Neener, neener, neener.

Filthy Gorgeous Things

Their self description pretty much says it all, "Filthy Gorgeous Things is an online magazine about sex for artists, thinkers and sensualists."

It's my favorite new online thing. I like it's mix of photography, art and history. (Did you know the first porn was found in Pompeii? I didn't.) I like that it was started by 2 women. I like that it features one of my favorite bloggers, Nightmare Brunette (a real life courtesean). But mostly I like that it engages all my pink bits including, no, especially, that most important one-the one between my ears.

Filthy Gorgeous Things. Check it out-adults only please!

photo by Cynthia Cortes-who rocks!

The Dogleg Turn I Missed

"It's plain there was a dogleg turn I missed, the one that would have landed me in the wedding dress. It doesn't matter how much I hate the dress, of course, or this grand affair. It's only that love-something pure and less groping for glamour-still holds a certain promise, and I've done bad by it."

Julianna Baggott & Steve Almond from their novel Which Brings Me to You


Yes. Absolutely. I thought when I read this passage for the first time earlier this year. The first chapter of this book is so pitch perfect and terrifically written that I kept rereading it every time I went to the library. (Sadly, I seemed to be the only one who ever checked it out. It also never came out in paperback-??)

I thought of that passage again tonight as I was taking my walk, thinking back on the events of the day. It's my friend's birthday and I told him whatever he wanted, we'd do. (I'm a firm believer in spoiling people on their birthdays.) He asked if we could take a drive out to Bardstown, his hometown. Among other stops, we dropped in on his grandparents and had a lovely, truly old fashioned visit complete with sweet tea and cookies. His grands are great people, warm and funny, just the kind you want to make a call on. I was nervous, as I always am in those situations, and not at all dressed for grandparenting but they made me feel at ease. Seeing their affection for each other after 50+ years of marriage, and their obvious, unabashed delight in a surprise visit from their grandson, made me sad after though and more than a little envious. Yes, if I married tomorrow and lived to be 101 I could be married for 50 years but, since I'm alone and blogging in my PJs on a Saturday night, let's just say that possibility seems remote.

Not to say I'm giving up, I am not. Getting to spend time with another person recently, who although very cool, can only be described as emotionally becalmed has reinforced more than ever I want to be with someone. And I so I feel any effort to that end, no matter how clumsy or inept, is not just important but imparative. So I will keep trying in the hope that, like the protaganists in the above quote, I won't end up alone at THE END.

Barbaro Statue-More Popular than Earned

After Kentucky Derby winner Barbaro died his owners, the Jacksons, wanted him to be buried at Churchill Downs, the site of his greatest victory. They comissioned a statue which was unveiled earlier in the Spring Meet. It's a lovely statue, the first racing one ever to feature the horse in full flight with all four hooves off the ground (one of their requirements, the other being the statue must feature jockey Edgar Prado too). It stands right outside Gate 1 and is a photo hotspot and a nice welcome to a local landmark.


But.


Before I sound hardhearted let me say first that I thought Barbaro was a good racehorse. Like a lot of racing fans I was rooting for him to recover after his injury in the Preakness. I even sent a get well card to the Bolton Center but a statue...really? Shouldn't statuary be reserved for the truly great? The undisputed great?

Barbaro really only won 2 races of any consequence which is a pretty skimpy record for a permanent memorial. I think it's fair to say that he's more well known for being a landmark test case patient than a racing superstar. And yes, I'd much rather see a statue in that spot as opposed to a beer stand or a line of port-a-potties but I also feel that this kind of real estate is valuable and any kind of memorial should be carefully considered. And if that makes me hardhearted well, then I guess I'm hardhearted.