Kate Hudson's Breasts Are Not News

A few months ago, I was sitting in a quaint boutique hotel bar, waiting for my friends to gather for our monthly dinner. The lights were low, the street outside was peaceful and I reveled in the serenity of this out-of-the-way treasure as I sipped my dirty martini.

Suddenly, I was jarred out of my tranquility by a barrage of flashes from outside. My thoughts immediately went to the weather-a wayward lightening strike, perhaps. I am originally from the Midwest where lightening storms blow in and out as quickly as last year's Bachelorette. But then, I realized where I was, Beverly Hills, Mecca of the Hi-Def, Lo-slung and over plumped.

The melee was over as quickly as it began.

I caught the bartender's eye, and he nodded toward the offending light show. Apparently, a plastic surgery clinic is located directly across the street. In my twenty-plus years of living in Los Angeles, I've experienced spontaneous nude bike parades (detailed in my earlier article, "24th Annual Abbot Kinney Festival in Venice Beach Trashed") and I've even walked in on a hooker and her John during a vacant-or so I thought-apartment tour, but I've never witnessed a flash mob photo attack on an innocent, post operative bystander. Happily, I can check that off my list.

One of my friends joined me and was not surprised by my post-op paparazzi siege story. In fact, every woman at our monthly dinner had an opinion about whether or not she would augment or tuck. Everyone has taken a peek in the mirror at her "bad side" and considered-even briefly-a slight alteration. Imagine this is you. And imagine this "bad side" isn't just for you to ponder in the privacy of your bathroom, but is paraded out in public for everyone to see.

Kate Hudson recently made the choice to have breast augmentation surgery.

Why is this news? It's not. However, it does generate hits, drive traffic and, well, make news. Perhaps it depends on one's definition of news. Mine includes events in which large groups of people are affected in either natural or man-made ways: earthquakes, floods, hurricanes or mine explosions, home invasions or village bombings. Then there's the kind of news that connects the dots-missing children found, miners rescued and hostages freed.

Kate Hudson's surgery choice is none of these, and yet, here I am writing about it. I had a gander at Kate's before and after pictures in Us Weekly and, although obvious, her new breasts are neither officious nor offensive.

I believe this type of news is filler. It fills a quota and, holds a space just in case, heaven forbid, one of the above tragedies/miracles strikes.

I grappled about whether to even write about Kate's story. Because, if I did, then aren't I part of the problem? Then I realized that because I live in America-land of the free and home of the brazen-I am entitled to a choice-and so is Kate Hudson.

Insider: Kate Hudson Got a Boob Job, Us Weekly