executive in a general session meeting of 80 or 90 other executives. Everyone laughed uproariously and shook their heads at the silliness of it all. Not at Janet, but at the attendant furor in the land of milk and honey. There is apparently much that American's can abide, but a primetime breast isn't one of them.

Certainly the French like breasts, or at least don't give a rip about public nudity. Although I was visiting Nice the wrong time of year for that sort of thing, a summer day on any beach on the French Riviera is like a breast festival. In fact, they're everywhere, lurking on magazine covers, billboards, cosmetics advertisements, even television.

The British are somewhat more screwed down about the whole nudity thing than the French, but not by much. There are those pulchritudinous Page 3 girls of course. And SkyTV is loaded with educational specials on some dolly named Jordan who sports two soccer balls on her chest and has been linked with every well known male in Britain, the reality of the American Porn industry, and other equally important topics that warrant the display of breasts and other