Noted piece of ass Jenn Sterger is getting rid of her breast implants. The Florida State alum and former SI writer is looking for some way to get everyone’s attention again. Mission accomplished.
In an effort to reinvent myself, in a cut throat industry that was becoming more and more competitive the deeper I swam, I made the decision to go against the grain and remove my implants.
For reasons I explain in the upcoming December 2009 issue of Cosmopolitan magazine, it was a difficult, yet necessary decision.[..]
I made an adult choice to get rid of the very things that were perhaps the only reason I started out on this journey. I then decided to bare that decision, along with my confusion and my soul for the public to bare witness. –Officially…Jenn, via So Yoked.
I don’t know if that “bare witness” was masturbatory innuendo or just a misspelling, so I just left it. Sterger, who recently has been pursuing work in independent movies, doesn’t mention in her blog post which “industry” has been giving her grief–sports journalism or film. But either way, there’s only so much ground one can cover by shaking your tits in everyone’s face. But it’s been an impressive run for someone that managed to parlay 10 seconds of airtime into a career. And even though her two breast friends will be out of the fold, I doubt this is the last we’ve heard from Sterger. And seriously, I’ll pay money for those implants. I really don’t get out much anymore.
Like many of you With Leather readers, I like cheerleaders, in particular those young lasses who cheer at the college level. Frankly, I cannot get enough of them. The combination of attractiveness, perkiness and generally limited and somewhat naïve worldview is an intoxicating elixir indeed.
Unfortunately, due to my crippling shyness and a multitude of court orders, I have never had the ability to get as close to them as I would like. Thank goodness for the internet, right?
I assume there is a substantial intersection of you who not only read With Leather but also read their fine sister site, Kissing Suzy Kolber. And I, like many of you once again, were disappointed to see the end of Sexy Friday. Sometimes, great things sadly run their course, yet even though we can understand why it had to end, it doesn’t make it any easier to accept.
As many a lot some a couple of you are Upstate Underdog is aware of, I do a bit over at the Sportress where I profile “SI’s Cheerleader of the Week,” which can be found, um, weekly, at Extra Mustard. The folks at EM do a write-up and include a photo gallery for some special college gal and then I superficially poke fun at the slightest imperfection of either their body or character. It’s a real hoot.
However, every once in a while, a comely girl SI puts out there really catches my eye and before you know it, I’m not wearing pants and find myself awkwardly explaining myself to campus police at some university.
Due to that, I’m electing to temporarily bring Sexy (Friday) back for one day to celebrate two of these fine young ladies: ASU’s Lisa Charisse Blanco and this week’s Cheerleader of the Week, FIU’s Vanessa Marrero. Enjoy.
Luol’s Dong has the poop on the next big invention to hit the tailgating scene, and I hate to sound like one of those prudish little Puritan girls that wouldn’t put out on the Mayflower, but I’m not so sure this is a good idea. For the YouTubially-challenged folks at work, this contraption is pretty much a double beer bong setup, with each funnel running down a tube into a…dispenser that’s supposed to look like a woman’s bare tits. And there’s a nipple for each of the funnels, so you can figure that one out. But do we really want booze flowing out of a woman’s mammory region? Shooting stuff into your partner’s mouth should be a rite of passage for the dudes. Unless, of course, it’s imported beer. Then you can shoot it into my mouth any way you want. Except that way. Pervert.
UPDATE: WWTDD has the uncensored pics. Obviously NSFW, unless you work in a brothel. In which case, nice job.
You can name any preppy white boy from Duke, any thug from Bob Huggins’ Cincinnati teams, or anyone from those crooked CCNY teams from the 1950s, and you’d still be hard-pressed to find a more annoying college basketball player than Florida’s Joakim Noah. The guy was such a douchebag that on hot days in Gainesville he would sweat vinegar.
That said, Chicago’s Joakim Noah has been a refreshing departure from the typical NBA archetype; he hustles, he keeps his mouth shut, and oh yeah, he can play anywhere on the floor. And the ladies also seem to have taken notice. Thirty years ago, the only way a guy like that could have gotten any would have involved a rock band and a Saturday night road show. Now, all it takes is a few ounces of weed. If that isn’t progress, what is?
HEADS-UP: The video after the jump contains brief, yet awesome nudity, and should be considered NSFW.
Unprofessional Foul brings us this video of…well, there’s really no way to set this up. A blonde takes her shirt off during a cricket match. She has photographic mammaries–everyone remembers her!
And that’s really about it. If you were hoping to glean any insight about the one sport more time-consuming than baseball…Sorry.
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Sarah Blewden, a 25-year-old hair salon manager and aspiring boxer from England, has been barred from competitive bouts by the Amateur Boxing Association of England because she has breast implants.
“International rules forbid anyone with breast implants continuing to box because of risk of damage to the breast tissue,” said Tony Attwood, chairman of the ABAE…
[Blewden] said that the decision was “ridiculous” and said she would be happy to pay for corrective surgery to repair any damage to her 32C breasts.
“My surgeon said they make me no more vulnerable than any other woman. They are not enormous ones - they are in proportion. They are gel implants and not liquid so they won’t burst.” [...]
Well, this is a moral quandary for yours truly. If anything, women with breast implants should be allowed to do MORE things than women who haven’t had the courage to get enhancement surgery. But on the other hand, fake boobs aren’t for punching; they’re for touching and photographing. So let’s do this: change the rules so that no fighter is allowed to hit a woman with breast implants. See, fake boobs are supposed to be an advantage for women. Let’s stick to the natural order here.
[Deadspin]
