It's time for that old inside blogging standby, a stroll through the referrer logs. Yes, I check them like my dog checks his food dish - reguarly, optimistically, but always the same old same old. Well, not only do I still get people looking for hairy female armpits (with optional sweat), I am now a prime desitination for variations on "Maureen Dowd Sexy". I have to admit, her current picture is flattering, but then it ought to be. It's not like they run candid photos of columnists. But the number one google hit for that search will put you off even thinking about the question ever again.
Speaking of sexy, I laugh everytime I see one of those Victoria Secret ads (sorry, policy prohibits the link) that asks "What's Sexy?" like there is some question, and then answers it by parading around nearly naked women whose bodies are so spectacularly rare that they earn millions of dollars just for having them. If wearing their products made the average women look as spectacular as their models, Victoria Secret would be worth much more than Microsoft and much more popular. The crazy thing is, the average women is capable of being far more sexy than some airhead model with a pneumatic figure parading around in almost nothing.
