Okay, is it just me or are there others of you out there in the blogosphere that have difficulty understanding the media obsession with this “famous for absolutely nothing’s” rear end? Seriously. That most recent mag cover was bordering on, well, just nasty. Whatever happened to the admiration for a cute little manageable hiney, one you can easily find trousers for? Aren’t there sort of unspoken parameters governing “a little too big, just about right, a little too small, no assatall?” What brand of evolution was it that brought us to this point? Does anybody understand that without Robert Kardashian and a pornographic movie, none of us would ever have heard of this shameless media “whore?” Guess what—the media thrives by feeding the monster. This, apparently, is what the public wants. Are we, as a society, really that shallow? Lets be optomistic and hope that there is a contageous pandemic disease causing vision problems. I’m not running a fever. Are you?

Michelle Obama has a giant hiney. Clearly it is huge. Why can’t we say that? Nobody talks about it. Her successful efforts to mandate unappealing food for our children in public schools is not influencing her own choices in healthy food consumption. Only twinkies will get you such a substantial double orb caboose. Brocolli won’t get you there. Keeping a pooter like that requires fuel and maintenance. The White House chef must have a stash of HoHo’s. I can just see the secret service sneaking them in after midnight.

Do you realize that women can now buy underwear that has stuffing to make their butts look bigger? The ad popped up on my Yahoo the other day. The “Booty Pop Panties.” After centuries of attempts to pare down big butts, here we are–giving in?

Does Jennifer Aniston really use Aveeno? Lets have a show of hands. If she does, lets hope she doesn’t feel the need to blather it all over her butt and bare it on a magazine cover.

Maybe, as society trends toward acceptance of our physical shortcomings, big guts will come back in for guys. What a relief that would be. “Belly Pop?” Now you’re talking. Stuff that wife beater and go on with yo bad self.