Staring at me is a busty, full-figured (whatever that means) redhead (most likely dyed, but who cares as red is red to me even if it’s deception) girl holding a camera while she smiles somewhat lustful at me. She’s in pale pink and white underwear—her bra doing its best not to let her voluptuous breasts spill over while her boy shorts (that’s the term, right?) keep her lower region in check. And—oh my!—is that a navel piercing I spy? My eye scans down, following the trail of this busty beauty to see the words Ugly Girls Need Love. I’m pistol whipped into reality, an Eminem song gone awry. I scroll passed the image—one of those spam-ads that promise you hook-ups for a one-night stand…