So there I was sitting in class, once again, paying attention to anything other than what the presenter was saying. This time around, the girl was wearing a tracksuit that showcased her bits and bobs (emphasis on the bits) like a slab of cheese on a platter. 
Sure, we are a voyeuristic society – Reality TV? MySpace stalking? Ana Nicole interviews? All examples of our need to see more. In this case, however, it wasn’t a choice on my part. It’s the difference between opting for a scary movie and having your friend jump out of nowhere; the result is the same, but the decision maker is completely different.
I like to make my own decisions, thank you. And the last time I checked, our consitituion likes me to make my own decisions, too (and no, if you choose to wear a Juicy tracksuit, your personal decisions making is vetoed…)
