I’m teaching six classes this term.

One class is almost entirely composed of girls.

One class is almost entirely composed of guys.

I’ll give you one guess as to which class burst out into fits of giggles when I said the words, “Lubrication Theory”.

Ladies and gents: I present to you the best and brightest of Britain.

Spotted: Cute blonde walking down Cornmarket St. wearing this on a shirt:

We need more people like that doing maths.

And by “people”, I mean, “good looking girls”.

And by “doing maths”, I mean, “in my pants.”

That’s right, folks; sometimes I get to be immature, too.

My article, Brad gets Jolie and I get…Math? finally came out in the 13th issue of Pi in the Sky.

Originally, the article was written as a blog post for my first year Linear Algebra students three years ago, when I was still in Canada. And then last year, it was supposed to be published in a local Oxford science magazine, but problems with the magazine’s management made that impossible. In the end, I decided to just submit it to Pi in the Sky, a nice Canadian magazine, oriented towards high school and college students.

It always feels strange, reading over stuff you wrote years back. It never seems as good or as fresh as you imagined it to be. But I’m surprisingly happy with this one. Especially the introduction, which went through tons of edits and re-edits.

And kudos to the creative editors of the magazine for doing a great job with putting it all together. You can click the below picture for a pdf extract of the article from the magazine.

As I walk through town this morning, a blonde with straight long hair saunters perkily in front of me.

At first sight, there’s nothing amiss. Black stockings, check. Hair swaying, check. Heels, check. Absolutely nothing to set her apart from the hundreds of other women walking about.

That is, until you look a few feet down and notice she has perhaps the greatest rump the world has ever seen. I mean seriously, this was a derriere for ages. A posterior that would send Sir Mixalot into a coma.

The thing was big. Well proportioned. And attached to a slim waist.

Anyways, that wasn’t the object of my interest.

Beautiful people, as I’ve said again and again, are a dime a dozen (beautiful booties—perhaps not as common, but I digress). They’re everywhere. And once you’ve seen one (or hundreds), it gets a bit old.

No, what’s real interesting is looking at how other people react around these people. Try it next time you go out and when you see someone attractive: Collect your jaw from the ground (if it is so placed), swing your head, and observe the observers.

Men, at least from my experience, are particularly obvious about checking out women.

And so, as this woman with the World’s Most Amazing Bum walked through town, I found it incredible the sheer number of double (and frequently, triple) takes she received.

Example 1: Two construction workers walking together, both with goofy grins on their faces, both turning to stare as she walked by, then both elbowing each other like they had a secret to share.

Example 2: A middle-aged man and (presumably) his wife walking together, the wife chatting away incessantly, the man nodding in sync, but his attention clearly placed on the woman with the Amazing Bum.

Example 3: Four (presumably) high school teenagers, dressed like—well, teenagers—walking by, all four independently turning to catch a glimpse of the girl, turning back, noticing that they all noticed the same thing, then burst out laughing.

Example 4: A distracted man almost walking into a pole. ‘Nuff said.

And that my friends, was in the span of five minutes over a two block distance.

Can you fathom how many double-takes this girl gets in a day?

Gee, it must be awfully tiring, having the World’s Most Amazing Bum.

Later Realization: It seems that discussions about pleasant posteriors have graced my blog time and time again. I had no idea.

Badadup-pa-pah…pa-daaah-pa-pa-pa-pum….

Cute.