Holy Gosungas!

I've been totally junking out on Star Trek Voyager over the past few weeks. I just got to the point where 7 of 9 joined the crew, and I am *profoundly* grateful for the costume change from her silver to brown outfit, *specifically* because of the brown outfit's *lack* of sex appeal. With the silver output, it was literally nearly impossible for my eyes to focus on the tiny portion of the screen not occupied by her titanic breasts. While this was fun for the first five or ten minutes, it quickly became so distracting it was hard to keep up with the rest of the plot. As much as I appreciate the female form, this level of fixation is pretty strange for me. It must be all the supermodel programming I get from public media.

Jesus.