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.