Hehe, I have a friend whose hipbones are the only thing holding up her pants :P My sister, too, is really tiny (when she was younger it was more like 'bony') so I think I've got an inborn urge to see people around me fill out! And trust me, don't knock the 'A' cup; I haven't seen it for ten years now, but I still miss it muchly. It's the least painful cup there is.

I completely trust Norrington can be redeemed. Even if it means me finding Ragetti's upside-down Bible and bashing him repeatedly over the head with it until he agrees he might have done better than returning to snivelly little Beckett. Then, when he agrees, I will hug him. And maybe marry him for good measure (cause him, being an Admiral or whoever in the next movie, he has that authority. Just like Jack).