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First of all, I cherish the dream that someday there will be a Campbell's Soup commercial wherein that freaky guy is carted of for what is frankly a disturbing obsession with soup.
Secondly, watching What Not to Wear, my heart cries for the girl they're working with (Jennifer C.--unfortunately, I can't find any pictures or videos). I have seen Playboy layouts less provacative than she walks around being every day. She so obviously is dying for any sort of attention--positive, negative, it doesn't seem to matter--that she's pushed back against every suggestion anyone has made: Stacy, Clinton, Nick and Carmindy. No, it's not fair that women with bigger chests can't shop off the rack. It's a subject I've ranted about many times in this journal. But reality--and gravity--do eventually hit.
Secondly, watching What Not to Wear, my heart cries for the girl they're working with (Jennifer C.--unfortunately, I can't find any pictures or videos). I have seen Playboy layouts less provacative than she walks around being every day. She so obviously is dying for any sort of attention--positive, negative, it doesn't seem to matter--that she's pushed back against every suggestion anyone has made: Stacy, Clinton, Nick and Carmindy. No, it's not fair that women with bigger chests can't shop off the rack. It's a subject I've ranted about many times in this journal. But reality--and gravity--do eventually hit.
