Monday, February 21, 2011


That's right, I am saying that one of my pet peeves is breasts.  Boobs.  Ta-tas.  Hooters.  Whatever.  Specifically, it is people's obsession with the boob that is peevable.  Why are they such a big deal?  Why do women actually pay to have them become bigger(at times ridiculously so, in a beetlejuice/nightmare before christmas type of way)?  Why are they the determiner of who gets on the cover of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue or who gets into a party?
These are glandular organs, people.  They provide food for small humans.  They are essentially a functioning fat roll with a divide down the middle. 
It bugs me that there is such a mystique and intrigue surrounding boobs.  They make clothes harder to wear and cause back problems for many women.  Ironically, men have them too, just in a slightly miniaturized form.  Yet many a man is willing to actually buy a woman a set of melons.  Can you imagine?  Offering another person an enhancement on a body part (because obviously yours is not good enough) and then the accepting of said offer!  I say, take those jugs and stuff 'um, buddy.


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