Yay boobs!
Okay....
So my last little rant (or rather large rant) may have caused some misunderstandings. So I will do my best at the point to clear up some.
First, hooray! There are times when I love my boobs. What's not to love?? (I'm still not revealing my bra size!). Formal dresses, for example. Once said and done, after I've spent an entire night/afternoon/whatever searching for one, and find just the right one, damn! It looks hot. I looked good at prom, my senior recital in high school, and the three formal dresses I've bought since college have all looked good too. I mean, obviously, I can't say much myself without sounding conceited (just kidding), but I think I looked okay. And aside from having ice cubes dropped down my cleavage (BUDDY!), it's all been good. So formal dresses are all good, once you find the right one. And if you've got the right shopping partners, it can even be sort-of fun. It can be disheartening too, but sort-of fun.
I also don't mean to undermine ALL guys, just the shallow ones who are NOT subtle about looking at my boobs (or anyone elses), and who don't seem to care about anything else. I should probably specify that there are tons of guys out there who either a-don't notice right away, or b-notice, but still are interested in other aspects...WOOHOO! Those are the guys worth keeping around.
Incidentally, my comment about "it's a good thing men are simple creatures and can be perfectly happy without lingerie" wasn't an insult, but a good thing on the behalf of me, who can't usually find any. Besides, in Cosmo and Glamour, I already read about guys who think lingerie is too complicated. Of course, not really having any particular experience in that matter, I'm really not sure what to believe. :) And if I was making generalizations about shallow men, it was probably in reference to Pennsylvania boy who spent all his time staring at my chest, and my ex-boyfriend from high school that dumped me because I wouldn't sleep with him. Shallow boys means THOSE kinds, not most of the boys I know that read this! And I know that I have dated boys who didn't even notice my boobs (or so they claim) when they first met me.
So my general pissed-off-ness (wheeeeeeee, new word!) is at the stupid girls who think that they need breast implants at the age of 15. And the parents who are dumb enough to let their kids do that. I know absolutely nothing about parenting, I just know that you shouldn't let a teenager get breast implants.
Besides, having big boobs also tends to allow us big boob girls to band together in musical ensembles and make fun of those that aren't. Can't do that so much this year though....*sniff*
So yay for boobs! And yay for looking hot in formal dresses (once you find 'em)! And yay for guys who aren't shallow and like you for a hell of a lot more than just your boobs! And yay for banding together with the other girls who share your same plight!
So yes. There we have it....big is not necessarily better, but it can be good too. :)
(and I'm still not telling you my bra size).


- posted by L. @ 6:02 PM