{"id":339,"date":"2007-02-20T02:44:22","date_gmt":"2007-02-20T02:44:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/?p=339"},"modified":"2010-05-29T22:35:41","modified_gmt":"2010-05-29T22:35:41","slug":"on-breasts-and-foreheads-mostly-foreheads","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/2007\/02\/20\/on-breasts-and-foreheads-mostly-foreheads\/","title":{"rendered":"on breasts and foreheads. mostly foreheads."},"content":{"rendered":"

I use to weigh my head. On a scale. Ask my sister. She’d weigh her boobs. They were the biggest things about us. My forehead, her breasts. <\/p>\n

In high school she earned a full wardrobe with hers – boys bought her things just so they could stare at ‘them’. You know they did!<\/em> I earned a scholarship with mine. Things evened out in the end – she ended up getting the same scholarship and I ended up walking away with half her clothes. <\/p>\n

These days we’re equally self conscious. She doesn’t like the attention perky ‘D’s on a 24 inch waist brings. Whatever. <\/em> I don’t like feeling like I should have a news ticker running across my forehead. That it should be used for advertising space…or something. <\/p>\n


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In lieu of my sister’s cleaverage<\/em> (It’s what we call it. Ok.)
\nMy forehead. <\/center><\/strong>
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\"Buffy's<\/center><\/a><\/p>\n

Anyway…I felt a little better yesterday when I sat down to read the “Harvard Mental Health Letter”. There was an article on Alzheimer’s noting how higher levels of education and professional careers delayed the onset of dementia. The damage, the article said, may still be there. But often ‘patients’ in the above categories did not exhibit symptoms and led perfectly normal lives; most were unaware they even had the disease. The study also noted that those with larger heads were less likely to develop dementia because, and this is a near direct quote: “Larger heads mean larger brains.”<\/p>\n

Ahhh….Vindication at last. Now, if I could just go back in time, and counter all those fat head jokes<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I use to weigh my head. On a scale. Ask my sister. She’d weigh her boobs. They were the biggest things about us. My forehead, her breasts. In high school she earned a full wardrobe with hers – boys bought her things just so they could stare at ‘them’. You know they did! I earned<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-339","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-hum-drum","category-photography"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/339","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=339"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/339\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2291,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/339\/revisions\/2291"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=339"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=339"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=339"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}