Ever notice how someone who’s had a boob job is always SO proud of the jugs they bought and paid for? Once the things are healed, it’s all plunging necklines and skimpy tops, and everything short of a belt with an arrow pointing up and epaulettes that read: Hey! Look at these knockers!
It’s not like a person with a new nose suddenly sports horned-rimmed specks and a bushy mustache in hopes that everyone will note the reformed schnoz.
I’m guessing even the multi-facelift freaks manage to half fool themselves into thinking no one notices the stretched expressions of perpetual surprise combined with that oh-so-recognizable post-surgical fish-like quality that is apparently supposed to mimic the dewy look of youth, and if anyone does note a difference in the visage they’ll chalk it up to a good night’s sleep and an extra dose of supplements.
New boobs, however, or the wearers of new boobs, demand attention. They stand up straight, point those puppies in your face and scream, “Gawk! We demand it!”
Perhaps it’s years of Titophilia that brings on this bizarre attraction for one’s own plastic mammaries. Have women who buy breasts been lusting after the bazooms of their friends through years of frustrated push-up bra use and isometric exercise? Does the sudden application of artificial hoo-has prompt an orgy of self-ogling forceful enough to cause whiplash that wants company?
Or maybe it’s an affluence thing … my boobs cost more than your boobs!
I don’t mind at all if someone wants to buy themselves a new rack, but I do find myself at a loss as to how to appropriately comment when they’re presented like John the Baptist’s head.
As a comfortable, secure heterosexual woman, I can appreciate the beauty of breasts on the female form, but don’t ask me to take one in the eye, thankyuouverymuch, and making much of much does grate.
So, how does one acknowledge what so obviously wants acknowledging?
How about, “I have a couple of those myself … “?
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The woman in this photo is grotesque – your blog totally brilliant.
When we were in Jamaica celebrating (or was it bemoaning..)our 25th wedding anniversary, there was a skinny woman from Kentucky with a body like that exactly (just not as old). It looked so painful- like skin stretched like a drum across two beach balls on your chest). Ug.
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And did the Kentucky woman look happy with her look? That’s the part I don’t get … the “I am now perfection” attitude that seems to set in post-surgically.
the woman in the photo could have done a lot for herself by wearing a one piece.. Do you know her?
No, I don’t know her. If I did, I’d have had a long heart-to-heart before heading for the beach.
I don’t know if they’re PROUD of how much their racks cost. In fact, my MIL was so happy that she’d gotten a “deal” on her new set – they were 2 for 1 apparently! Hahaha. Please don’t mention that I told you that on my blog; she does read it:)
Ha! A two-fer … what a hoot. (Or is that “hooter”?)
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I find this woman fascinating, as well as somewhat alarming. I would love to sit and listen to her version of why the world should see so much of her…
I doubt she speaks much English.
I thought the post was great, but the picture really bothered me. This woman appears to have severe body image problems and an eating disorder–in other words, she is mentally ill. So it just doesn’t seem appropriate to take her picture and subject her to ridicule.
And surely that wasn’t a new boob job?
You may be right, Andrea, but this photo and more have been posted all over the Internet. I certainly didn’t take any of the shots, but did put this one in a context that worked for me.
It may also be that this woman is proud of the way she looks and loves the attention. Ever spent much time in LA? She’d fit right in with many geezers there who aspire to her version of ‘beauty’.
New boob job? I don’t think so, but it seemed a good reminder for any who may be contemplating a ‘fixer upper’.
I’m incredibly proud of my boobs. Not because of how they look (based on our culture’s standards, they aren’t much to look at) but because they were a source of nourishment & comfort for my babies. :o)
BethPie,
Bravo!!!
If only more people felt the way BethPie does! That’s what they’re for!
Sandra did a great blog on public reaction to breastfeeding in public. If you haven’t read it yet, do!
As for the woman in the photo, it is a little sad that she spent the money on her breasts but let the rest of her body go. If anything, these expensive tatas should have set a higher physical fitness standard for the woman as she aged.
Hello. And Bye. 🙂
I’ve always been apalled by that picture…a boob job gone wrong. Putting baseballs, or in some cases, basketballs in your chest is gross. And most of these women can’t tell that they went to the wrong doctor. Gawd.
To be honest, I once went to a plastic surgeon and had a consult on implants. I was left in the room alone with a rather large bra and an assortment of all diffent sizes of implants to ‘try on’. It was one of the dumbest things I ever did. It was absurd. I stuffed different implants in the bra, and they all looked the same because the bra held everything in. When I was done, the doctor came back in to discuss procedure…when he told me that I would be able to feel the puckered edges of my new boobs, I ran like hell out of there and haven’t looked back. I’m not exactly satisfied with what age has done to ‘the girls’, but at least I don’t have foreign objects in my chest to try and impress the guys…and lets face it…they are so easy to impress. Yuck.
To true Virginia – any pair of boobs let out for all to see will attract our attention. No matter the shape or size we will look. It’s in the DNA.
Just check out the guy behind the lady, clearly he thinks he has done well to catch a glimpse of them. but then his best years are behind him or hanging aound his waist.
So why do they get it done, for themselves or other women, because we will be happy with what ever is available?
Maybe the day will come when they can do designer penises. Will all the blokes run out and get a lengthy addition or some added girth. Maybe a new sack.
I dont think blokes would let someone with a knife near their family jewels so maybe fear wins over vanity. 😉
Although I think most men would think long and hard about submitting to surgery for a designer dick, I suspect there are some who’d rise to the occasion. 😉
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