Opera Chic loves the German papers because, unlike most American ones, they seem to operate under the assumption that "classical music" isn't a cuss word and concerts and the opera aren't just pastimes for the morons who don't appreciate a nice night sitting in front of the TV watching reruns of American TV shows (or even worse, reruns of non-American TV shows).
But the usually rational German press -- and frankly, a lot of Germans, too, apprently -- seems to have lost its collective head over the fact that the Chancellor has breasts (old superfat Helmut Kohl's man bewbs don't count, we assume), as she demonstrated a few days ago at the inauguration of Oslo's opera house.
Days after the Angela Merkel Oslo "incident", where by "incident" one means "went to the opera with a dress, not with a burqa), the debate in the press rages on.
You have the podcasts (the last resort of the desperate, more often than not).
You have the funny guy in Stern who must have watched some dubbed MTV: "P1mp My Dress".
Merkel herself had to actually talk to the media today to try and stop to the circus:
"In any event, there certainly wouldn't be a discussion like this with a man".
Heh.
(Not that anybody would even want to discuss the bulge in former Chancellor Gerhard Schroeder's pants, frankly). OC of all people understands the appeal of bewbs -- she even inaugurated her blog a year and a half ago posting about Mozart's bewbs. Our unofficial motto is "Viva Le Bewbs".
But this Merkel thing is getting silly now.
Opera Chic's advice to Angela: just flash them.
Really.
They're all fourteen year olds, deep inside, these press dudes. And like fourteen year olds they'll all blush, run away, and then we'll all finally be able to move on.
