I'll confess that I have a fairly offbeat sense of humor. And though I firmly believe that some things just shouldn't be joked about, I'm able to find the funny in many situations.

Last week, I stopped into a small boutique near my office. It's got an unusual inventory of dresses and I thought maybe I'd find something for myself or, in this case, more likely for my daughter. As I surveyed the racks, I spotted a white dress with a bold graphic pattern and black words all over it. It looked fun, so intrigued, I made my way over to it.

When I got close, I realized that the graphic pattern was actually an outline of various cuts of meat - "rack," "rib," "shank," etc. The back featured more backside "cuts," including a circle drawn over the behind with the word "rump" stamped across it. And all I could think was -- Ick.

For me, there's something unsettling about a young woman wearing a dress that encourages people to literally picture her as a piece of meat.

Concerned that maybe I'm just getting old, I told my daughter about the dress. I was gratified when she didn't find it particularly funny, either.