I put the necklace on immediately and love it completely. The whole conceit of wearing mini pulp fiction around your neck is so crazy I love it. And then there is the cover art — note the rocket streaking across the naked goddess’ naked breasts and hiding them from the censors. Thirdly, the entire thing reminds me of wearing a scapular as a child, something you lapsed Catholics of a certain age will know about. Scapulars were not quite relics you wore around your neck but they were images of favorite saints you kept close to your heart in some Catholic superstitious way. And wouldn’t you know it, I just checked and you can still buy the things today.
See this jewel of my realm bigger here. Click the “all sizes” button to see it even bigger.