Alright, let’s get right down to business. Something has been bothering me for a good while now, and I really think it needs to be addressed in a serious, and classy manner.
….Hrm, that isn’t quite the way I wanted to present this. But it will have to do. So, we all know what breasts are. And if you don’t know them as “breasts”, then you might know them as boobies, tits, jugs, racks, headlights, hooters, mammaries, or my personal favorite, chumbawumbas. The myriad of slang terms for breasts is actually pretty impressive, but for the sake of this entry, lets call them breasts.
So my question is: what makes breasts, particularly female breasts, so appealing? Guys seem to go ga-ga over them, becoming drooling sacks of testosterone at the slightest hint of cleavage, and even I admit to being physically attracted to the shape and look of female breasts. No one seems to pay any attention to male breasts unless they are categorized as moobs, and it’s normally negative attention, even though female and male breasts are basically the same thing: roundish sacks of fat.
Now, it’s speculated that males have an instinctive attraction to breasts, due to breast feeding and motherly things, and all that Freudian-style junk. And I do think it’s junk; maybe that theory does have some merit, but it doesn’t explain my own attraction to this body part as a female, and I am not saying that I lust over them, but there is something attractive about that particular area. So while I think this idea does make some sense in a psychological manner, I think it’s a bit old fashioned. I don’t think most men are drawn to breasts because they were breast fed, and I certainly don’t think breast feeding causes lust in men years later into adulthood. What is the likelihood of men seeing a busty woman and thinking “Oh man, I like that rack because it reminds me of breastfeeding from my mom.” It’s very symbolic, but not really a feasible idea in the real world.
So perhaps there is something more. Maybe it has something to do with stimulation; perhaps knowing that the breasts hold a pleasure spot for intimate times is in itself intriguing and arousing to our minds. But this doesn’t have anything to do with physical appearance, does it? I figure this idea is more of a mindset thing; after all, vaginas are not exactly nice looking, but it is also a nerve sensitive area, but you don’t see men clambering to see a woman’s cameltoe – not as much as breast cleavage at least.
Maybe people are drawn to breasts because it has been pushed onto us by the media, and society. Maybe over time, we have learned to worship this body part because it’s constantly a hot issue in the press: nip slips, controversy over implants, reductions; it seems to be a big deal, and as people apart of this pop culture heavy world, we tend to become impressionable, and the media is very good at shoving things in our faces whether we want it there or not. Remember when Tara Reid (of American Pie fame) had an incident where her dress strap fell and it exposed her breast? What about when Janet Jackson exposed HER breast to the world at Super Bowl Half-time? The press went insane when those events happened.
Maybe it’s not as in depth as that either. Maybe breasts really are just…pretty. Maybe they are a nice shape. Maybe they simply look nice in a flattering dress, or compliment our hips, or make nice pillows to tired girlfriends and boyfriends. Maybe it’s as simple as that. Whatever it is, it boggles my mind. It truly boggles my mind. The mention of breasts in any conversation is enough to turn mature men into ogling boys; mention you will show off your cleavage, and you will have everyone’s attention for the next five hours. Offer to show off your vagina? ….Well, it just doesn’t have the same ring to it, does it?
“I just bought this nice set of pants, it really complements my crotch.”
…Yeah, that doesn’t sound very alluring.
“I just bought this nice shirt today, it really complements by chest.”
As for me? I don’t know exactly why I am drawn to breasts, but I can speculate that it is just the feminine side of me, enjoying my feminine traits. I would be lying if I took a picture of myself with some cleavage showing, and claimed I didn’t want men to notice. Of course women want people to notice, otherwise what is the point of wearing a low cut shirt? Or push up bras, or wonder bras, or corsets? At this point, I rarely get mad if I catch someone staring; I am more prone to feel flattered.
I am going to conclude this blog with a question: Why are breasts great? Are they overrated, or is there something about them that make them amazing? I await to be enlightened.