Ever notice the minute you go on a diet, the first things to shrink are your boobs? (Unless you're a man with boobs. Then it's the last place you lose. A cruel irony, isn't it?) So imagine if you could grow them with stem cells ... FROM YOUR BUTT! Take THAT, silly stupid body chemistry. This is the first story I saw this morning on NBCLA.com, called "Stem Cell Boob Job the Next Breast Thing." Instead of saying, "of course they're MINE, I paid for them" after a boob job, you can really say they are your real breasts. AND butt. And ... I guess your date could theoretically make it to 2nd AND 3rd base simultaneously.
"At a cost of a little over $9,200, the stem cell treatment could lead to modest increases in breast size.
"We are optimistic we can easily achieve an increase of one cup size," ” Mokbel said. "We cannot say yet if we can achieve more. That may depend on the stem cells we can harvest."
In the procedure, doctors mix stem cells with a batch of fat before injecting them into the breast. It will then take several months before the breast achieves the desired size and shape."
(this big picture is filler material because I don't have a lot to write about today)
It reminds me of some research a few years ago where people could grow their own breast implants with their own tissue in a lab ... or on a scaffold-like structure in the body that later dissolves. The story I found on that today, was this one from the BBC that says they've done it successfully on mice, rats and rabbits. They were growing breasts on the poor little things' groins, though. Try explaining that one in the locker room.
There's another story I saw last week, that my old friend Josh Keppel put together up in the Bay Area. Josh was a photographer at KEYT in Santa Barbara with me, years ago, and I had to laugh when I saw this story come up on our website. It's called "Topless Peepshow on Display Daily at SF Church.
"As drivers enter San Francisco via the Octavia Street off-ramp, and they crest the small hill at Haight street, if their trip is timed just right and the sun is out, they will be greeted by one of the funniest landmarks this city has to offer: the two o'clock titty.
Because of the unique design of St. Mary Cathedral, and the positioning of it geographically, a distinct shadow that resembles a woman's breast is cast both in the morning and in the afternoon on the West and East sides of the church, respectively."
When you search "boob" on our website, you get a bunch of results, including Matt Lauer, Phil Mickelson and Jimmy Fallon, but my favorite story is from last month, and I don't know how I missed it. It's called "Your Breasts on Line One" and it claims a certain ring-tone on your phone can make your breasts grow. Something about the sound of a baby crying, over and over, "which works subliminally on women to ignite maternal instincts which in turn launch hormones that pump up your bust. Or something."
Here it is, in case you want to give it a shot:
Along with this story on NBCLA.com today, was another one (both posted on Facebook, by the way, by our fantabulous Editorial Assistant Jameela) that has to do with weird diets. Called, "The 10 Craziest Diets in History," it has some that even I, as a girl who grew up in the 70's and 80's in California, haven't heard of. My favorite is the Cottonball diet, which is summarized nicely on Neatorama:
The cotton ball diet is exactly what it sounds like, you eat cotton balls. Some people eat them dry and others soak them in gelatin first. Obviously the idea is that cotton balls are low in calories but very filling, so you won’t want to eat anything that is fattening. The cotton balls are also high in fiber, which is thought to be good for you –until you realize it’s not the kind of fiber you need in your diet.
Possible Side Effects May Include: Exceptionally boring, dry and disgusting meals. A lack of needed vitamins and other nutrients. Major digestive problems."
You think? Or you could just stuff the cotton balls in your bra and be done with all of it.
Editor's Note: Jennifer's mating of "fantastic" and "fabulous" is an acceptable conjunction when referring to Jameela.