Y'know what?

I give up. To quote the first sentence in Moe's writeup,

I'm sorta cynical, but the allegations of the all these U.S. American victims of sex crimes in Iraq have gotten so incomprehensibly heinous, it's starting to sound, like a lawyer here points out, like "a bad joke."

If I feel particularly masochistic, I might check out the 20/20 episode linked. I guess I can be optimistic and think that they might promote a victims' rights group. I mean, seriously, how am I supposed to feel better about going to work when women are treated like this all the goddamn time? I think I really am going to jump through the hoops to be classified as disabled in Massachusetts.

In other more fabulous news, one of my favorite photographers was featured in Spain's FHM. Oddly enough, I was introduced to her work through the breast reduction LiveJournal community (which I am not linking to, because it kind of sucks now).

Speaking of breast reductions, my two-year Boobversary is coming up, and I might just throw that celebration right in with my birthday celebration on the 27th. After all, my birthday was the day I officially got my approval from my insurance company to cover the surgery. I gotta say, my tits look fabulous, and I am considering sending flowers to my surgeon if I ever have expendable cash again. I think I might also bake some boob cupcakes.