Sunday, November 01, 2009

boyz, girlz and bewbies

every so often i read of a study done and have that moment of, "somebody got grant money and university time for this shit, yet we don't know how cats purr? wtf?"

because today's' article was in the "london sun" not all basic journalistic principles were followed, so i don't know the number of subjects who participated in this new zealand study.

all the subjects were male. they were shown digitally altered photos of the same woman, variously enhancing or decreasing her breasts. omg! guess what!! 80% of the guys looked first at boobs and midriff region. shocking, eh? gobbledy-gook about hormones and fertility, but women walk around with sex organs bouncing in guys' faces. men are wired as visual (women are audio) and just cannot help themselves.

having been la
rge-chested from an early age, i frequently don't notice people gawking, unless their tongues are lolling out or they crash their car. (yes, that happened, lol.) the owner occasionally comments on guys doing a hooters-check and also has observed the female version. they look at him, then my boobs, then my shoes, then my boobs again. but see that's competitiveness and self-esteem regulation. they don't want to run over and bury their face in my cleavage.

out socializing with less-endowed friends and every so often their egos boiled over because guys were gravitating to me more than they and i had pretty much had my pick of the litter. it always got ugly and they were too crushed to be able to see how superficial all that attention was, nor how little it meant to me. they always came back with, "easy for you to say!" which is true, but god, most guys will fuck most willing females, ok? it's not survival of the biggest cu
p-size, ok? maybe stop being a resentful bitch about your genetic lottery and smile at somebody you think is cute? instead of fuming over your drink and looking like you'd kill anybody that came near you.

there are days too when i am cranky or lost in my head and frankly the shallowness of the attention makes me angry or resentful. like, leave me the fuck alone and put your eyes back in your head. there are days when they are heavy, swollen and sore and i swear weigh 20 pounds each.

the same paper had another article saying that over the last few years women getting breast augmentations h
ave requested them to be on average 40% bigger. the celebs i see on-line often are rail-thin with porn-star size melons bolted onto their bird-bone frames. they look bizarre. so if this is becoming the visual normal, i guess jane average is using salma hayek as a role-model? careful what you wish for, girlies.

oh, and for those of you in doubt?


in what fun-house mirror does this "after" look good?

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