me. me. me.

One of Myer's latest advertisements, found on the first spread of The Age Melbourne Magazine, features a delightfully vacant twat strutting down an urban street, not a care in the world, almost weighed down by her capacious shopping bag. The copy reads:

Winter 2005 is all about me.

Well, it has been a hard summer, so you really do deserve winter to be all about you. The tsunami, among other horrible events and issues, has, very selfishly, eaten into your happy time, and life at the top is hard when everyone else is doing so poorly. But you made it darling - you lived through it. And now, praise be Allah, Winter 2005 is finally going to be all about you.

It's just great news, isn't it? I can't wait.