PROPS: to the Daily Sun’s Jenna B. and Julie Block, for writing a cleavtastic piece that “plunges into the implications of our boob fixation.” After seeing a girl whose “chest was ostensibly on its milky way to exposing a bit of her caramel-colored niblets,” the fearless femme fatales show some cleavage themselves in order to gauge the reactions. They also explore the Western world’s obsession with boobage as well as its social and political “showings.” Classic, gals–I’m a big fan.

DROPS: This week’s “The Bias Cut” with Martin Ambrose. A couple preliminary notes: first, we don’t get your column’s name and we never will; second, looking like a transgender MTF is not fashionable; lastly, we think the Sun’s copyeditor hates your column so much they won’t touch it. I have to admit—this week’s column is not terribly bad content-wise. Martina discusses swimsuits in preparation for Spring Break, recommending decent brands no one has ever heard of (Ralph Lauren, J. Crew, etc.) and providing the unheard-of advice not to wear Speedos like “your sixty something year old dad who passes out by the pool with the New York Times in hand.” What really annoys me about his column isn’t its insufferable banality but its awful lack of a copyeditor… some “gems” follow:

“Let’s start with the men out there. You’re job isn’t so bad.”

“And no, a speedo isn’t a bathing suit unless you’re an athlete whose sport requires it, European and over forty, or you’re name is Arnold and you’re a politician in California.”

No, no, no! I think this is an apropos time for a “And you go to Cornell?”

Might we add that we heart the lascivious Jenna B. (Bromberg). Jenna has received a lot of flack from various sources for her sex column, but she seduced us with her seemingly bottomless pit of imaginative sex terms. (In the words of one fan, “She had me at ‘wrinklebeast.’ “) Students resent that she goes there with flair and confidence, calling her a “big slut with an over-inflated ego” and hating on her “ugly” sorority. She was even derided on IvyGate as “icky” for various reasons, among them admitting that the condom got lost in “the murky depths of [her] vag” the first time she had sex. We can understand that not everyone takes to devilishly raunchy turns of phrase (taming the one-eyed trouser snake, anyone?) or cuttingly honest treatment of squeamish subject matter (having sex while you’re menstruating), but do what everyone else does when they see something they’re not into–turn the page!

It has become almost a cliche to hate on Jenna B., and we’re tired of it. It says something when you’re so “disgusted” by someone that you go to lengths to bring it up and when it’s up, you go to lengths to make sure your fully disgusted opinion is heard, loud and clear. The girl is clearly not for everybody–namely Christians who are “saving themselves,” pansexuals, or your parents–but give her a break!