The Dangers of Breast Implants

When my Discman is plugged into two tiny Sony speakers, it does a really good imitation of a stereo. So, when I was living with eight 13-year-old girls as a video counselor at camp this summer, it was inevitable they would want to use my Discman from time to time. I was happy to oblige, with but a few small rules. There would be absolutely NO Backstreet Boys played on my beloved Discman. None. No Backstreet Boys, no 98 Degrees, no N' Sync and certainly no Britney Spears. As a friend of mine puts it, any band that screams "Backstreet's back, alright!" when they were never really here, is not my kind of thing. I thought it was a fair rule. I thought I was a fair person. Apparently, I was wrong.