Some bloggers and non-bloggers have been asking me what I made of the fuss about Sarong Party Girl’s nude pictures. There has also been a flurry of emails exchanged talking about what her nipples look like. Serious discussion, mind you, not the infantile stuff.
(Aunty Lily for one was pretty excited about the story in the papers, and went, ‘Wah, this ingterneck, terok. Can post all kinds of neh neh.’)
The Straits Times called me a few days before the story was published, and asked if I had read and seen Sarong Party Girl’s breasts and what I thought of them and her and how and why. Sadly, when it comes to breasts, I’m usually gobsmacked, so there was no quoteworthy response from me. Instead, I asked the Straits Times to contact mrbrown and Agagooga, thinking they’d be more familiar with the topic, and would give a more intelligent response than the one forming in my mind. (Which went along the lines of ‘Eat Drink Man Woman’).
So anyway, I’m excluding myself from weighing in on the discussion because I’m a consumer, not a commentator.