I have. I’m having that week right now.

One would be forgiven for thinking that it all started with this post on Monday, about the launch of the Jennifer Lynch t-shirts. But one would be wrong.

In fact, it started a little over a year ago, on a misty night in May 2008, on the corner of Bay & Bloor, in front of the Indigo bookstore. Steyn had just finished his booksigning, and was chattering away with the cool kids (myself included) after Indigo kicked us out for closing time. At the time of this little rendez-vous, I was running a fundraiser (my boobs and I do a lot of fundraisers together) for the USO: Donate $100 and I’ll post a shot of my girls in one of my lovely and highly overpriced bras.

So on this damp Yorkville streetcorner, Mark Steyn turns to me and says in that charming pseudo-British accent of his “How’s the” *looks me up and down* “fundraising coming along?” Being the shameless tramp that I am, I never missed a beat. “We’re $200 short of our goal. If you want to kick it in, I’ll show ‘em to you right now.”

To which Mr. Steyn turned a lovely shade of plum, and La Shaidle quickly changed the subject to spare his sputtering reply.

So the “Be Mean To Jennifer Lynch” t-shirt launch was just an excuse for Mark to make reference to my breasts again.

Which is not to say I’m blasé about the whole thing. On the contrary, as far as people who have written odes to my breasts, Mark is high on the list of my favorites. So thank you Mark.

If anyone needs me, I will be spending the rest of the day curled up with a pot of tea, reading the collected letters of Henry Miller and Anaïs Nin. Go buy a shirt.

The Battle of the Boobs continues!