Okay, so if you see the dancer turning clockwise, you’re right-brained. If you see the dancer turning counter-clockwise, you’re left-brained.
If you can’t focus on her spinning because someone designed the dancer with perfectly pert, perky breasts with no apparent history of breastfeeding, I’m going to invite you to Mona’s Pity Party 2007. Now with punch and pie! Where did they get the illustrator? Methinks that somewhere, a seventh grade homeroom is missing the kid with the boob-filled sketchpad.
Come on over, my internet friends. We’ll mourn our breasts of yore. Whaddya say?