In our next house, boob lights will be banished.
I didn't have a choice with these; they came with the house when Trevor bought it brand new 11 years ago (damn builder's special cheap-o multipacks!). The shape and, er, excited 'bosom-ly-ness' of these, combined with the polished brass finish makes me glad they're on the ceiling, and not something in my regular line of sight. Although, now I have gone out of my way to point them out and photograph them, so I'll be thinking of them more than usual.
Way to go me.
