okay, right off the bat i need you to know something: i am not a pervert. and if i were a pervert, which i am not, i would know better than blabbing to amazon.com about it. surely.
this is what had happened. about this time last year was the 25th anniversary of entertainment weekly's first being published. in honor of 25 years of making life easier for vapid people like me, ew.com published all these list of the best blah-di-blah of the past 25 years. one of the lists was the 25 most shocking memoir confessions, and one of the shocking confessions was about former ballerina Toni Bentley. the description provided on the website was a little sketchy on the details, and sounded pretty sketchy, content-wise. so, as any intrepid online scholar would, i popped right over to amazon and looked up the book in question.
so, uh, some ballerinas like butt love. the love that dare not be googled at work.
and i'm not judging this woman's preferences at all. really. my only problem is that amazon.com helpfully generates a list of books you might like, based on your previously viewed selections. you plant the seeds in amazon's brain, amazon tends the garden.
which is why, a month later, when i logged on to find a present for my niece, amazon.com thought i might like the following books:
1) don't let the pidgeon drive the bus
2) goodnight moon
3) christina: a woman's backdoor journey to love
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