boob tube

So on the 1030pm bus ride home, I lug myself up the double deck. Sit down and lo and behold, TV mobile is beaming the Victoria Secret show. The wonders of technology - Free Boob-Show across hundreds of buses across Singapore! LIVE! In Technicolour!

I am not exaggerating to say almost every single male on the upper floor could not keep their eyes from wandering towards the flickering images of boobsy supermodels struttin' their stuff in the flimsiest of bra and panty combos. Even I had a hard time stopping myself from giving the models the once over. After all, those ubiquitous angel wings and bling-blings Tyra Banks and Heidi Klum were sporting weren't exactly doing a great job at providing cover.

Quite funny to see how the Victoria Secret show tried to 'intelligent' up their show by having industry experts comment on how talented Miz Banks was, how she brought 'a certain something' to the poses and runway strut. Okaaaay.

Anyhow, its definitely a mildly disturbing experience to sit among a whole floor of guys - young teens and old uncles - so obviously hypnotised by the boob tube. Ack. It parallels the time I went to a comic convention and saw a whole ARMY of guys camcordering this girl dressed up as Lara Croft, the Tomb Raider. You could tell from their expressions what they were trying to capture. Ew ew ew!

hello, TV Mobile! what's up with the boob parade!?