If you’re a heterosexual man and you don’t know how to admire small breasts, you need to get a clue already, you ungrateful philistine. In aesthetic terms, those stacks of fatty tissue are essentially jewel cases for the nipples, anyway. Why not build a repertoire of variety of taste? Pretty adjectives like dainty, svelte, and lithe were made to describe beauty like Bai Ling’s as caught by photographer Stephen Wayda for the June 2005 Playboy.
Bai (no condescension here: surnames come first in Chinese) is known as an incorrigible pleasure-seeker, and her life story demonstrates the heroism that a pleasure-seeking disposition is capable of. Her past as a mental patient in the People’s Republic of China reveals intelligence, sensitivity, and self-respect. The Chinese have a great legacy of philosophy and literature, but only a worthless bore could tolerate the repression of that society now. Sometimes, people show valor by going mad. Americans who medicalize madness in all its forms—Dr. Drew Pinsky, anyone?—should look in the mirror and ask themselves how Maoist they are.
Arguably, the entire universe hums constantly with the sound of divine energy. Hinduism symbolizes this as the Sanskrit syllable “Om.” The drone of a didgeridoo has been said to symbolize it. When I’m stoned enough, I’m convinced that the hum of a lightsaber in Star Wars, the invention of sound designer Ben Burtt, serves equally well to symbolize it. Cartoon Network’s run of Star Wars–themed programming these days (the Family Guy tribute, the Robot Chicken tribute, The Clone Wars) encourages me to pay tribute to Bai, a Jedi knight for liberated sensuality.
Earlier Star Wars geekery on this blog:
!lavitsef mlif esrever–ni–sraW ratS a evah s‘teL .derob m‘I
The year before I was born, in a city thousands of miles away: the Jedi Bunny of my dreams
Escape from Thanksgiving—to the world of Star Wars fan filmsLabels: Celeb, Cintv, ForPo, Lib, OnVi, RS
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