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Oh please ... I'm talking about the chesty broads we plaster on billboards to sell liquor, cigs, Coke and whatever we wish in the way of labor-saving devices to which we're addicted over here.

I don't understand where you all keep getting the idea I'm the least bit "unhappy". It's silly. I'm happier now than I've ever been in my life. I have no fear and though I may suffer like (or sometimes more than) others, I generally find it's a great source for wisdom and charity.

By the way ... my Mom admitted the other day to sometimes "feeling like TORIE" when she gets off the phone with me and wonders "what the hell did she just say?"

Uh, probably shouldn't have quoted the "hell" ... my mother speaks like a lady, actually, and wishes desperately I would as well.

Regards, guy.

Well, it is good to hear that you are happy.

So your comment about "dead-eyed decadent" is animated by the arrival of "chesty broads" on TV commercials? I can't really believe that you would ascribe such importance to what to me seems the totally trivial. To each his own I guess.