I’m pretty sure at least one of you were wondering what the hell I was asking y’all about boobs on magazine covers for. Wellp, it actually stemmed from an article I read in the San Francisco Gate titled ‘Breast’ Cover Gets Mixed Reaction. They talk about the uproar caused by a cover of Baby Talk (one of the same covers you gave feed back on) and how there were people who were in sheer outrage over seeing a woman’s breast on the cover of the mag.

It made me wonder if compared to some of the other images we see on the news stand how it would stack up in the discomfort department of my little group o’ readers.

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Today The Hotness and I are off to Phoenix again today, yaknow for as many times as we go up there you’d think there would be more hangin’ out with fellow bloggin’ buddies. Ladies, we need to schedule a lunch…I’m free sometime in the year 2019…have your people call my people and set it up *chuckle*

Today is also The Chad’s last day up there in Room #813, y’all have been really great about going over to see him If you haven’t scooted that-a-way yet give it a shot…ya ain’t got nuttin’ to loose!

I’ll be doing the Boob followup post tonight…there’s math involved so I need to take my time. Annnd, I’m behind on emails again so please don’t hunt me down and poke my eyes out…I’m workin’ on it…swear. Have a peachy day y’all!

This mush-tastic post is being brought to you tonight by a couple Seagram’s Fuzzy Navels, the song Freebird, painfully mind numbing heat, PMS, and a slightly loony blonde girl named Bug.

I think of my blog like my home. It’s not very fancy or exciting; it’s not fashionable or well decorated. Embarrassingly most times both are pretty messy and random and you’ll find me in boxers more than you will in real clothes. But it is an extension of my home.

I like to invite friends and strangers in with the same “glad to see ya” open arms and strive to give each person coming through my doorway –both real and electronic– the sense that they are welcome and I’m truly happy to see them. I’m the same in real life (IRL) as I am here, loud, unladylike, extremely opinionated, bossy, and a little bitchy but just nice enough to get away with it.
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The Hotness and I have come to the conclusion that we are living in Satan’s armpit. It’s hotter than hell in here, very damp and muggy and smells pretty bad (then again the smell could just be our own sweaty stank). We have gotten to the point where we straight up leave the house during the day and the only prerequisite for where we go is they have to have central air. Yesterday’s trip was to the library and Lowe’s:

Monsoon season in Tucson sucks ass to begin with because it takes our normal dry heat (which I love) and turns it into a humid heat (which I abhor). I don’t do humidity; I avoid the rest of the country like the plague because they have that stuff. The real kick in the nuts is that apparently our armpit of a home is under a rain-proof bubble. The rest of Tucson gets poured on daily and our neighborhood is bone dry…with the exception of the drippy sweat tracks I leave in my path. So Mother Nature I’m pleading with your ass, either give me some rain too or bloody well fuck off wouldja? kthxbye.

I think The Hotness and I need to make some more friends, one’s with good central air…any takers? We’ll even bring over some chips and dip

Moving on…I do believe the people on Rent My Blog must be outta their damn minds. I’ve seen people charging over 100 credits and when you look at their stats their (in some cases multiple) previous renters got ZERO clicks! Those people could have gotten better traffic just assigning their credits into the rotation. It’s sad really. The worst part is that since I’m such a Jew (and I am part Jewish so don’t think I’m going all Mel Gibson on your ass) with my credits that I don’t get to rent very often.

Apparently their readers aren’t as cool as mine
(that’d be you…yup…you…ya think I don’t see you sitting there? muhahaha!)

Anyway, if you haven’t gone over to visit the guy that’s up in Room #813 (yeah I know boy cooties, I promise I’ll spray when he leaves but he is putting the seat down so don’t get too ruffly) then hustle on over to The World of Chad and see what he’s up to today!

This morning I read an article that got me to wonderin’ about the general population’s (that’s me and you) view on seeing breasts. I don’t want to link the article I’m reading until I ask you some questions because it would bias my little study here.

If you have a spare moment please take a look at the four magazine covers below and answer the five questions with your own opinions as honestly as possible. Each cover is assigned a letter tag (AA-DD harhar), please use the corrosponding picture letter in your anwser. Please feel free to expand or explain the reasons behind your anwsers. There are no wrong answers, I just want to know what you think.

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1.) Which cover makes you most uncomfortable?

2.) Which cover makes you least uncomfortable?

3.) If you have kids (if not, imagine you do for a second), which cover are you most comfortable with them seeing?

4.) If you have kids (if not, imagine you do for a second), which cover are you least comfortable with them seeing?

Women Only:
5.) If you have a male partner (married, boyfriend, etc, if not with a partner pretend you are for a second) which cover are you more comfortable with your partner seeing?

Men Only:
5.) If you have a female partner (married, girlfriend, etc, if not with a partner pretend you are for a second) which cover do you think your partner would be more comfortable with you seeing?