Know what? I think there's absolutely nothing wrong with satire and parody, and I think it's a profoundly Good Thing to send up the "establishment" whenever possible, art being subversive by nature. Especially here, where there's a whole Temple/Sword/Helmet industry aimed at grinding the stuff out 24/7. AND I think that if the Helmet/Temple/Sword vendors are so hopelessly thin-skinned that they can't tolerate a bit of poking now and then, then it is they who should "get a life." What we have here is a pop-art formula, not much different from the romance novel or the t.v. sit-com. The presence (or absence) of particular (pictorial) elements determine, for the audience, whether the piece succeeds or fails esthetically. In this case the formula consists of elfin-featured Vicky gazing meditatively into the middle distance under a cascade of post-worked hair; standing either a) in a temple or b) on a rocky outcrop; wearing one or more of the following: helmet (big horns are good!), sword, skimpy armor, drapey thing, loin cloth, and/or head jewelry--at least one boob must be fully visible. Certain crazes come and go, often triggered by the introduction of new props (i.e., the Egyptian thing), but the formula remains essentially the same. Not that there's anything wrong with that; most people are followers by impulse, and tend to emulate "success"--look at pop music or movies or t.v. or genre lit if you think this place gets derivative. Again, I have no beef with Vicky-in-a-Temple Corp.; whatever floats your little ol' boat. But don't tell me not to think about it or talk about it or make jokes about it--it's here, it's in my face, and it's fair game. A note of warning, though--the PTB have made it clear that they don't tolerate much foolishness (NO skateboarding in the mall): remember what happened to C&D and the Joke Patrol (whose names are legend). Not that Vicky doesn't look damn good in a helmet; she does.