Breast; boobs, rack, the girlfriends, jugs, magumbos, sweater puppets, fun bags, honkers, hooters, knockers, melons, and cupid’s cups; just a few of the slang terms associated with the most tender erogenous projectiles bestowed upon woman (although there are some who would disagree that they are the most tender erogenous projectiles, I wonder if they were breastfed?).
Most men adore them. Most women cherish them. They serve a purpose other than adornment – – nourishment to offspring. They come in various sizes, colors, and shapes, and there are no two identical breasts in existence. Many women desire certain men to notice theirs, but they are selective as to whom, when, and where. Other women allow anyone to view theirs, like some sort of spectator sport (don’t get the wrong idea, I’m not complaining). There have been books written about them and songs sung about them. No two mounds of flesh have received more notoriety than those two glorious mystical humps of endearment attached to a woman.
It is truly unfortunate, and a crime of biblical proportions, when a woman must undergo certain medical remedies because her breasts have been inflicted. I believe humanity owes it to women everywhere, to find a cure for such maladies, for in turn, every man would surely benefit.
Women, breast are aesthetically pleasing to men, it’s in our nature to look. Just the same, as it is in your nature to check out that buff dude walking on the beach. We are all human. If you really don’t want us to look upon your beauty, cover it up! Don’t wear low cut tops and bend over in full view giving men a “breast-tacular” show! Ewe! The old man looked. Yeah, and if you wear that because you want to show your “Grand Canyon” to the young guy, guess what, the old man is human too, he’s bound to look.
Breasts serve many useful purposes. They nurture children. They entice men, or women depending on your preference. They provide women with aesthetic allure and they appeal to the lustful natures of humanity. Don’t be a boob, support breast. Support the cause of breast cancer awareness. Breast make the world go round. To all the breasts you’ve known; thank them for the mammaries. To all the future breast you shall meet, treat them with dignity, pride, and honor; celebrate their notability as the greatest production of the Almighty and His generous imagination, His gift to man.
I am Dane Ladwig and this has been a… View from My Loft
[This article is not to poke fun at, or belittle, women. Its intended purpose is to strictly entertainment. In the event this article increases awareness of breast cancer, that is definitely a plus. This article is in no way representative any person the author personally knows, if there is a resemblance it is purely coincidental.]