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Post by Phalon on Dec 19, 2005 0:38:07 GMT -6
“Why aren’t there any short, small-breasted stars on T.V. or in the movies that people think are beautiful?”
Ok – with one sentence I’ve probably lost any male readers that have unsuspectedly wandered in here: those that said to themselves, “Oh-god, this’ll probably lead to a talk about women’s stuff”, and turned and left in fear, and those that saw the words “small” and “breast” in combination and left in search of uhm…bigger and better things. LMAO. And yes, that is a generalization, I know, and a very stereotypical one at that.
But that it really what this is about; broad generalizations….and though the word “broad” here, might be considered derogatory, it fits with the stereotype.
Back to the question - an odd question, and one my ten year old daughter asked me recently following a Girl Scout meeting. Fifth-grade: The Year of Introduction to Sex-Ed. We moms of the girls in the troop decided the girls might be less embarrassed and more open discussing things before-hand in a comfortable setting, talking in a small group of girls they’ve been together with since 1st grade - bean bag chairs and pizza in the living room of the leader’s house - then they would be in a big classroom at school.
A nurse came in to talk with the girls - young, ‘hip’, and very personable; she gives sex-ed talks to youth and church groups and runs crisis-intervention at the schools. She geared her presentation down to the girls’ level and discussed entering puberty and the changes they’d be experiencing in their bodies. The question was asked, ‘when will I get breasts and will it hurt?’ The nurse was very open in discussing her own experiences going through puberty, (it was way, way more fresh in her youthful mind then us Moms’ old fading mammories). Slightly overweight, very, very curvy and attractive, she had the girls’ rapt attention as she explained, that yes, it is slightly painful, which she realized one day running up the stairs, and bouncing uncontrollably, she looked down at herself noticed that it seemed she’d grown from an A-cup to a D-cup overnight.
One woman’s experience.
This, of course, is the point where I had to stand up, put my hands on my hips, and thrust my 34 A’s out, (as far as 34 A’s can be thrust). “And some never graduate out of the A’s”, I said proudly, laughing. “And that is perfectly fine.” This, of course, prompted a discussion on how everyone is different. Which I knew it would, and which was my intent. Nine different grown women in the room. Nine completely different body types. And we all looked pretty damned smokin’ hot…..for women in their thirties and forties, (rolls eyes) - except for the smokin’ hot nurse, of course, who was in her twenties.
She then brought out a couple of dolls. A Wonder Woman doll whose chest was so big and waist and feet so small she’d fall forward if she were a real woman with those proportions, and a Superman doll who’d do the same except he had excessively large bulging thigh muscles to support his excessively large chest muscles. “This is the distorted image the Hollywood gives us”, the nurse said, “and of course, most people don’t look like this. Everyone is different. It is what makes us unique.” I liked her; smart lady.
Later that night, tucking her in bed, my daughter presents me with a couple of questions regarding the discussion. The ‘beautiful movie star’ question was proceeded by the question, “Mom, does it ever bother you that you have small breasts?” Another odd question, I thought, but I knew where this was coming from. All her life she has been told by people, as her and I stand together, that except for her dark hair, she is nearly a carbon copy of her mother. I am short; she is short. Same build; petite, but more athletic than wispy. We even have the same Royal Monkey Toes, (another thread; another discussion, and maybe I should re-read should that question ever arise). I could see her thought process; ‘Mom is small-breasted, therefore I will be small-breasted.’
Actually this first question was a very easy one to answer.
“No, it has never bothered me.” Clothes might make the man, but boobs do not make the woman. “Short or tall, small breasted or large, regardless of your size, you should be comfortable and like who you are – inside and out. That is the image you portray to others…and that is the image they will remember.”
She’s heard nearly the same thing before, when in first grade, she came home from school upset because her gym teacher used nicknames for her such as “shorty” and “short-stuff” – terms she felt singled her out from the other kids. She accepted my answer then, and she accepted it this time too – especially when I added that a benefit of having small breasts is that I could jump on the bed without giving myself black-eyes.
I hope her younger sister is as accepting of my answers when she becomes the age she’ll ask the same questions; she is the exact carbon-copy of me.
The “movie-star” question was harder. The generic image of what is considered beautiful in Hollywood is set by a percentage so small; unrealistic in that it is an image that so few have naturally. Small-breasted, short, beautiful celebrities? I could not think of any.
“Hmmmm….Gabrielle.” She and I used to watch Xena together. “She is short; she is strong both physically and mentally, and she is beautiful.” “But Mom….” Ok, so her bust size seemed to increase as quickly as her clothing shrank. Hhmmm….
I asked the question to a few of my friends. Oddly, Twiggy was the name that came up each time. Twiggy, to me, is not a good example – her waif-like beauty was just as unobtainable for most then as the typical big-breasted, tall, thin, leggy image of what beauty is today.
Why all this obsession? A friend of mine called recently and said that she and her 11 year old daughter were going to the grocery earlier that day. Her daughter came out of her room with a rack rivaling Pam Anderson’s. “Where do you think you’re going with those?!” “I was just trying them out; I wanted to see what kind of looks I’d get.” Her mother gave her “the look” and meant ‘you are not leaving the house looking like that. Put the socks back in the drawer’. To me she said, “Damn, I never knew my bra could hold that much.”
Added height is nearly unobtainable, (except in Japan where some men undergo a very painful, long process to gain a few inches of stature, which I won’t even go into the description of, because it is just too icky.) Short, and you’re always gonna be short. But boobs…you can buy those! Bigger is breast. In the research I did for this post – LMAO – yes, I actually did do the two-minute Internet drill…trying to get abreast of the situation, since I’ve little of my own…the drill confirmed that breast enhancement is still the most popular surgery in Hollywood. Make it big in the entertainment business, and then make a date with a plastic surgeon to make it even bigger. We must, we must, we must increase our bust. Dirigible-sized breasts made Pam Anderson a superstar. Even Melanie Griffith…cute, cute, sweetly sexy Melanie succumbed, saying, “...it’s almost impossible not to obsess about your breasts in Hollywood because you are constantly being judged.”
Then there are Wonder-bras, which have, I’m sure, often left one to wonder where the objects of all that the wonderment went once they were unfettered. “False fronts crumble when the bra comes off”, (I said that to someone once – an off-the-wall statement in response to a deep philosophical one. Surprized I remembered it. It fits though, needing no extra padding or underwires to enhance its meaning here.)
There is some consolation for the boobless. The bigger they are, the faster and farther they fall. Or at least that’s what my bustier friends tell me. “Gotta hoist ‘em up, stuff ‘em in, and strap ‘em down”, they complain. According to the two-minute drill, the fake ones fall just as fast and far as the natural. Ha! Mine still sit in the same position they were when I was twelve. BOLL.
Of course, it’s not all about breasts. ("Really?" say those men who’ve made it this far. Has anyone made it this far?) Breast augmentation is just the breast of the iceberg. Increase this, reduce that, nip, tuck, pull, push, uplift, separate, suction, duct-tape, injection, intervention, interjection. Interjection! Interjection! Cause excitement, show emotion! Halleluiah! Halleluiah! Halleluiah! Yeah…… Ok. A little Schoolhouse Rock blast from the past there, but all these enhancements, both surgical and non, both women and men – even teenagers, and Wow! It all is cause for some exclamations!!!!
All in response to obtain that standardized, pre-packaged generic image that is considered “beautiful”. Pfft.
I saw something on CNN recently; a report on BDD – Body Dysmorphic Disorder. This is an ailment in which the afflicted have such a distorted view of their body image that they become nearly crippled by it mentally, and are excessively obsessed with any perceived physical defect within themselves. Perceived. To other people they appear perfectly fine. Some of these people in the report never even leave their houses in fear of appearing too ugly to be seen in public.
Sheesh, they need to talk to my Xena-Sista friend, who rolls out of bed, throws on a hat, and still in her pajamas and slippers stops over for a cup of coffee, and to ask if I need anything because she’s out of milk and is on her way to the store – looking like that. And she is short! Ack, the humiliation! But she has big boobs, so it’s acceptable.
Body Image: somewhat of a fluff topic to be taking up so much space writing, although perhaps not so fluffy when pre-pubescent girls feel the need to stuff their mother’s bras to be attractive, when society is blasted with images of the look we are “supposed” to have if we want to be considered beautiful, and when some people have such a distorted view of themselves because that image is nearly impossible to attain that they refuse to be a social member of society. And when mothers write incredibly long winded posts prompted by a question asked by her daughter regarding the social acceptance of having small breasts. When will it end?
It just has; I think I’m out of space.
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Post by Gabbin on Dec 19, 2005 1:00:49 GMT -6
Reporting for duty, M'am.
Sigh. Hmmm. Well, shoot. I thought the breast of the iceberg quip was really good.
A team. Jody Foster is...well, sexy, isnt' she? Cute? She has an oscar. And may I say few D cuppers have oscars. They aren't taken that seriously. So ha! Others, Greta Garbo was not famous for THAT. Um, oh, I know. Julia Roberts, very sexy and gets the guys and did not fill her Pretty Woman push-upper. Most of the models on the run, run, run, run runaway are small in every way and they get the guys drooling all over the place. Most of the first ladies-small.
The perception is true, though. The pick-up-the-gal and the drool-over types are the big boobers. They wind hands and boobs down in bars. You just don't want to be seen with big gazonger types. They will make you mad. Guys let them in lines, buy them stuff, use that yucky high feminine voice. All that cuz of physical looks. That is always very odd to me.
I wrote about that this summer. I was out at a concert with a big boobed and showing it gal (I don't want to insert the hyphens here) She was dressed like a gimme-back-bebe singer for some rapper. The guys around all seemed zeroed in on her and were actually doing that Hello there thing. Gag me. So that part is there, it is. And it is not fair, and girls will do anything to have it. Some girls.
However, the thing to be careful about it is that it is superficial. You can augment your boobs but it is harder to augment your personality and problems. So, they are not promised any better life, at least I don't think so.
I sure was jealous of a college roomie, though. I thought is was unfair, really unfair. Course, she had a very hard time handling it and was not happy.
There ya go.
Amelia Earhart. Big boobs may have kept her grounded.....
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Post by Phalon on Dec 19, 2005 1:12:22 GMT -6
Oh, Gabbin. You make me laugh so - and smile, and think - all at once.
You and I are such good friends, Gabs, cuz even though we think differently, we think the same.
Stick that one in that quote thread. It is worth remembering.
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Post by Gabbin on Dec 19, 2005 1:30:16 GMT -6
I hope that came out right. Ameilia had small ones. Yep, big boobs inhibit lots of physical activities. Tell that to BP. Soccer gals, runners, swimmers (as you know) rock climbers, parachuters (would D cuppers just go down boob first), lugers (boll) and bicyclers.
Course big boobers can do basketball and golf, I suppose. It is nice not to have the things in the way. They are great for sex, though. I gotta admit. By good for sex, though, I am thinking not neccesarily for the D-er but for the D-cupper. But, even without them sex can be good.
That is another point. The D cup fetish doesn't make the D cups bed life any better. And the augment is for the others, not themselves. The D cups admireres bare gifts, though. That is the big diff. The everyday perks.
Where are my socks.
Oh, this reminds me of a conversation I had lately with my D cup pal. Boll. She said, I am a D cup and I don't get that type of attention....that is because I have a D cup but, she said.
So it is not just about the D cup but about how it is presenting itself on the body. Boll.
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Post by Phalon on Dec 19, 2005 7:15:08 GMT -6
Julia Roberts? I never noticed. But then again, I usually don't pay attention to celebrities or their boobs. Is Jodie Foster-Grant-Me-an-Oscar sexy? Hubs thinks so; he watches Jodie movies like I watch Mel Gibson movies. HA! That is pretty hypocritical of me, isn't it....but Mel is so hot-hot-hot - even as he ages. Aging: another unfair advantage men have over women. Who sets these standards anyway?
Sex: such a touchy subject. Very touchy and sensitive....very, very, very sensitive, and oh-god-sooo-very-sensitive, who says size matters there? Ok, so it does, but we are talking breasts, and not uhm...that.
Oh, and Amelia, yep got that. Big boobs would have got in the way and weighted her down. But also, if she had been obsessing about them - overly concerned about her body image - it would have kept her from her loftier aspirations.
Sports and boobs. Mentioned that to LX during the "does it bother you" talk. Runners, yes. When I used to run, I had a running buddy who had to run with her arms crossed in front of her chest some of the time cuz it hurt, all that bouncing. But that was years ago. And now I've sometimes got horrid pain in my knees from all that past pounding on the pavement. Wonder what she's got?
Archers; the Amazons supposedly cut them off.
I like sports bras; they fit my job, they fit my life-style, and more importantly they fit my boobs without having to try them on. Just pull them off the rack, take them home, and rack 'em up. Sports bras or Demi-bras with Demi-tasses when my neckline dares to plunge. Moore is not better in that case; the bras, I mean - I hate when they show and the demi-bras don't. Although plunging necklines with small breasts leave it to beaver one to wonder where is June Cleaverage.
Ok - just nearly spewed my morning coffee reading that. LMAO. My large-breasted Xena-Sista friend has no butt...none; she is buttless - as flat-butted as I am flat-chested. We joke that if I could give her some of my stalker-attracting-butt in exchange for her lewd-comment-attracting-boobs; an even trade - a little T for A - we'd loose the unwanted attention. It'd be perfect. Of course though, we are both short, so perfection is unachievable, (rolls eyes). But at least we'd be able to borrow each others clothes, and wear them comfortably. She dresses way better than I, so maybe not a fair trade after-all.
And then, again - why trade; I'm happy with what I've got, as little as it is.
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Post by lolapunk on Dec 20, 2005 1:50:38 GMT -6
An A-typical board topic, but important in the grading curve nonetheless. Although I'm not a chestial virgin (who did those poor women on Xena worship anyway?), I believe a fair number of women with larger breasticles would opt to have them downsized. They really are for the watcher, in my opinion, and not practical in everyday life.
A perk to being at the front of the class for you A students, though, is that you can stuff 'em if so choose. It's easier to build than to take away. Besides, if you have to run out of the house for an emergency pint of ice cream, you don't have to be as self conscious about not being completely dressed.
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Post by Phalon on Dec 20, 2005 12:04:45 GMT -6
There is that thing though - regardless of pint-sized or gallons - there's a self-consciousness in running out for ice cream, (Mint chocolate chip or Coffee?), unless you're unconscious and then what the hell are you doing getting ice-cream anyway?
I mean that size-you-up-and-down thing that goes on, see? C. A, B, C, D...it doesn't matter; maybe the lingering part of it does - jugs would get more than pints, I imagine - but the once-over is there for either. Rovering eyes - fido them off.
I am not imagining this, and it's not just me that notices. I've heard the same from other women - men tend to look a woman up and down even during a simple, "Give me a pint of chocolate" conversation. Amusing in a way, cuz I don't even think most of them realize they do it - but this is where their unconsciousness leads to our self-consciousness.
And why do women notice this? Most likely because when they speak to a person they're looking at that person's eyes. The eyes have it - the focus of attention, and not the focus of a man's own attention which is usually in his pants.
Damn, I'm making generalizations again, aren't I? Wish a male reader would come in and comment. And do men have body image issues? Hhmm...receding hair lines maybe. Gray? Hubs thought about doing that Grecian Formula for Men thing once. But I like his gray streaks through his black hair and beard. Maybe I'll have him read and get his point of view. I wonder though, if it'll be like that loaded question, "Does this make my butt look big?" Damned whatever he says.
And speaking of butts, yes, so hypocritical once again. I do have to admit I sneak a peek at a good rear-view. But that is while their back is turned, and never, ever would I dream of making a comment. Because that is crude. And unwanted.
And while this thread has centered on breasts thus far - most likely because they are up front and center of attention, I want to retiterate, that its intent was the entire body image - the whole breast and kabooty....kabuttle.
The Chestrial Virgins? I think they worshiped the Moon Deities, butt that's just my own ass-umption.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Dec 21, 2005 0:46:43 GMT -6
So I've been thinking about this quite a bit. And I had a whole long post planned but I scraped it. Thinking instead to just go with the flow so to speak.
Speaking strictly from the DD cup crowd...with a butt to match. And an all over body image post...not just fixating on the boob thing.
I will admit to having body image issues. I have almost always been overweight. And growing up as a preteen or teenage girl when you have insulation to spare is rough. I heard a quote in a movie recently that really made me think...."There is no animal on this earth so cruel as a 13 year old girl."
Having to deal with the names and the taunts is not a great way to have to live through school. But on the other side you have to ask yourself, why do the children who do the taunting and name calling do it? I suspect for mostly the same reasons...pressure to conform to whatever ideal it is that is set for them.
I learned to compensate. I was smart and funny and I became better at talking to the adults than I did to the children my own age. And now I compensate by presenting a certain attitude that does not allow for a lot of things from people too small minded to see beyond the big boobs and big butt.
This Internet thing is a world different than having to put on a certain face. Here you are judged solely on how you write and think....no appearances necessary.
I'm getting off topic here.....Why is it that we do this to ourselves? Why is it that we do this to eachother....specially when we are young? No idea...the media plays a big role. It's all about selling things to the people with the most disposable income. Teenagers. What else do they have to do all day?
I think I have more to say But I'm getting rambly here and want to regroup....more later.....
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Post by Gabbin on Dec 21, 2005 0:58:41 GMT -6
Gosh, Gams, you didn't say a thing about my butt mistake-so polite, sometimes. Hee hee. Yes, at that time of night I began to think my butt was small and typed in but, but then I realized as I went to bed my various erroneos beliefs in my butt size. I forgot my other mistakes now.
Chest the two of us....
I think that men have the same issues. One is the size deparment. Maybe the reason they hide it under such baggie clothes. Sheesh. Course they cannot augment and such. Pfftt. Ha ha ha.
I was thinking about the World A Cup the other day. Perhaps some type of race or competition-what that would look like.
Oh, and let me add to this fractured post in saying simply, Sissy Spacek.
In fact, as I dangerously let my mind wander, who are the movie stars of said D Cup fame? Nam-o them. Catherine Zeta? I think small there, maybe B. We seem to be forgetting those mediocre sizes here. Oh, Oh, the gal, ew ew, Reneee Zewellegererererer. Definetly not a B, much smaller. Even in Bridget Jones. We tend to forget the older A-cuppers like Meryl Streep, too.
In sports, Annika Sorentstam and the other Wie cuppers are the toppers.
Sorry, I am tired and just running on, but, sure D cuppers have perks. Say, as waitresses where they get higher tits for their work. breast the waitress well, Jack. BOLL. I am trying....maybe that is the problem.
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Post by katina2nd on Dec 21, 2005 23:44:13 GMT -6
Wandered in here thinking this was about crockery, imagine my surprise when I found out what it was really about.
Quote ........... "Wish a male reader would come in and comment. And do men have body image issues? Hhmm...receding hair lines maybe." ............................
I tried to find a guy to reply here Lady P, but couldn't get any volunteers, so afraid you'll just have to make do with me. So what can I say from a male perspective, of course guys worry about their image, though I'm sure most would deny it outright, the second most prevalent one I guess being the receding hairline, the thinning thatch at the back of the head, losing hair seems to be what gets a lot of guys in a flap.
This is fairly insignificant though compared to what's being discussed, and that is body image and how it can effect young people, mostly girls, to such a degree that it can virtually ruin their lives. As Scrappy rightly pointed out, the media plays a large role in this, when a girl at an impressionable age is constantly being bombarded, through the print and visual medium, with messages that tell her she has to conform to a certain image if she wants to be popular, or accepted, then it's no wonder they become confused, depressed, and in the worst instances, suicidal.
The problem is fairly apparent and easily identifiable, the solution though, not so clear. Talking to your kids, as Phalon does, explaining to them that image is not the be all and end all of their existence, reaffirming their self belief and self confidence, is one way to tackle the problem, and then hoping your words take effect, because as much as we might like to deny it, in many cases their peers, as well as "celebrities" hold more sway over kids then do their parents.
Better stop now, this is the longest post I think I've ever written, sorry if I've gone on a bit.
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Post by Phalon on Dec 23, 2005 10:10:57 GMT -6
“There is no animal on this earth so cruel as a 13 year old girl." I think I saw that movie, Scrappy, though I can’t remember what it would have been. The quote though, sounds familiar.
And with it, you and Katina bring up issues not just as superficial as “are they real, or are they fake”. In Katina’s words, “…body image…can affect young people, mostly girls, to such a degree that it can virtually ruin their lives.” Very well put, Katina, and congratulations on your longest post ever; it was a good one. And the word “boob” not even mentioned once. Brave man you are; a male responding to such a topic, and just so you are not the only one, I’ll post my husband’s responses to the same. I had him read the other night.
And I must say that he did not at first understand Phalonese and after reading the first of my bad puns felt the need to point out my spelling error, (LMAO, cuz when he reads something I’ve written, his comments have usually been something along the lines of “Nice spelling”). He did though, get the hang of it and actually understood Gabbinese without so much as a “huh?” I felt slighted, (rolls eyes).
He was surprised, when reading the questions our daughter had asked, that such a topic would come up at such an early age. It is inevitable though, when as Katina said, kids are “constantly being bombarded, through the print and visual medium, with messages that tell her she has to conform to a certain image if she wants to be popular, or accepted.” I like quoting you, Katina, because your post was so well-written.
Warning though - I am writing for Hubs, and since he is here by proxy only, I will try not to stick words in his mouth. BOLL. Something he claims I do quite frequently.
Hubs on Jodie: He said he doesn’t watch her movies because he finds her particularly sexy, but it is her intelligence; her near - if not - genius mind that he finds attractive. (rolls eyes) So, dear, you are saying that because she is small-breasted that she is not sexy. “Uhm…this is going to be like that ‘does this make my butt look big’ question, isn’t it?”
Hubs on sports: He added hurdles and pole-vaulting to the list of probable impossibilities for large-breasted women. Running: he can empathize. He had a large-breasted friend while in the military, where running is a mandatory part of physical training, and where the runs are forced in that a certain pace must be kept and falling back is not allowed. His friend would be in tears from the physical pain caused by all that bouncing. Finally, when the wounds from her bra straps cutting into her shoulders would not heal, she was sent to the doctor for a permanent excuse from that part of physical training.
On Chestial Virgins: “huh?”
On a Male’s Body Image: they don’t really worry about size, as Gabbin suggested: they have one and it is enough for them that it exists. “Course they cannot augment and such.” Oh, but they can – sort of - I think. Something I found during my two-minute Internet drill, (you would not believe the types of things I stumbled upon). Some sort of inflatable pump-it-up type thingy; I did not thoroughly read. Phallus symbols seem to be a thing of worship – blame it on the Romans and their large, thick coliseum pillars. “Hail Scissor!” Lorena did. Never though, I think, would a male willingly consider reduction surgery.
But the pump just goes to show the lengths, (pun intended or not), some will go. There are also bras with built in inflatable pillows, and gel inserts who that Alias star, (I can’t remember her name and am not even sure which show that is – the spy type one?), swears by.
He did mention that he would not want to be seen on the beach in a Speedo. Praise be to common sense. All hail the Anti-Speedo. The Speedo is, in my opinion, to the male’s body as low-rise jeans are to the female’s. No one, no matter their body shape, looks good in either.
Oh, and speaking of male body image…something Katina mentioned: the receding hairline. “City of Angels” was on television the other night. Nick Cage; he wears the receding hairline well, and is well - sexy wearing it. And this movie was made before Melanie had her various improvements done. Still my opinion she looked better before than after.
On the Female Body: from a male teenager’s view, (he having been one once) – He read before Scrappy made her post, but in comparison to the quote, “There is no animal on this earth so cruel as a 13 year old girl", his comment regarding boys would have been, “There is no beast on this earth with eyes and hands so eager to explore as a teenage boy”. He says hormones and the nature of the beast are the culprits. Size here plays a part, but not necessarily, (to which I can attest). We have them, and to the teenage boy, it is enough that they exist. All of which prompted a discussion about safe-sex, and how it would not be safe for a boy dating our daughters to even dream about sex. Of course, dating will not occur for either of them until they are in their twenties and out of the house.
The Female Body from an adult male’s view: Admiring by looking what one considers beautiful is inevitable; if a beautiful woman walks past on the beach, it is inevitable she is going to be looked at. Looking, of course, is different than ogling – which is repugnant. And I suppose I could have considered this a sexist remark, except I do the same with a guy’s rearview. To everyone, he says, there are different physical attractions – there are those that prefer large-breasts, there are leg men, those that prefer large women, and did I really need to assk the other? My stalker-attracting-butt strikes again. Butt I knew that; and if he ogled when we first met, it was behind my back.
Oh –
And because I saw her name in another thread, let me just add to Jodie, Annika Sorentstam, and those whose last name starts with a Z on the list of ‘breaking out of the stereotypical mold of beauty’ – Queen Latifa. Big, intelligent, talented - and sexy.
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Post by Gabbin on Dec 23, 2005 23:26:15 GMT -6
Gams, I like speedos on men. They look fine. I am at the pool and I will say that they look good. The old European geezers well them well. No slouching allowed. Black Speedos. I do not like the baggies on men at all. In fact, I often think that it is all backwards and women should wear the baggies and men the tighties. LMAO.
Oh, I think they worry about size at some time, at least. Perhaps measuring its length or width. And what about strength, BOLL. I have heard worse. They look at each others and talk about it, or they do with me. Am I a slut! I may add that it hasn't happened much (thankfully). I know they can try and elongate it or pump it up but that is temp next to boob things.
I am exhausted.
I remember the Bobbitt, or Bobitt-he ended up a bob tail type. She used a meat cleavage, I think.
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Post by Phalon on Dec 25, 2005 23:10:30 GMT -6
Black Speedos; I didn't think that color mattered. Not light though fer sure. And there is all that adjusting going on. Adjust think that is a bit less than attractive. Women too. Such difficult sport with difficult apparel to match, (rolls eyes). I used to hate finishing a race, dragging myself up outta the pool, then make sure the material of the suit was covering what it was intended to cover. Two sided duct tape would have worked good, but alas duct tape is not waterproof, and ouch anyway. And the extra drag; what a drag - not the man in eyeliner and a woman's Speedos. Though some of the suits now could be an either/or thing.
I like them; those full body suits they wear now; both the men and women. I want one, yes I do. Not the mid-thigh or mid-calf cut - no, no, no. I want the full ankle-length model. A bit of extra cover for those cold, cold lake waters. And not to mention, to cover-up those weird tan lines I get from working outside all summer in shorts and ankle-length socks. Ah...the things we do for appearances. LMAO.
But really, I do want one.
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Post by Gabbin on Jan 1, 2006 23:53:29 GMT -6
I bought the top of one of those. The white top-mach 4 turtleneck thing. I like it a lot. I guess I could get black pants for it. Spandex doesn't last long in water, though, so find whatever it is that has little of that stuff in it (I heard this tip from a pool aqua-intance).
Diane Keaton, maybe not A, she may be a B. We haven't discussed the Bs.
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Post by Gabbin on Jan 2, 2006 0:00:43 GMT -6
I shall take my A's off to bed now and will sleep flush on my bed like a wee feather floating on a warm updraft from the earth's rainforests.
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Post by Phalon on Jan 2, 2006 23:36:10 GMT -6
That is a definite plus, Gabbin – being able to sleep comfortably on your stomach. Hope your dreams were sweet.
I didn’t know those swim-suits came in two pieces. I was thinking more a cat-suit type one-piece sleeveless thing. I’ll have to check this summer, and be sure to ask the sales clerk if it has “whatever it is that has little of that stuff in it”. I’m sure they’ll know what I’m talking about.
We haven’t discussed the B’s yet? Or bra-zenly disgusted them? Are they considered small? I’m a bad judge of size. I swelled to a B-cup while I was pregnant and had the notion I was stacked. (rolls eyes) What is average anyway? C, maybe; average in the grading curves, perhaps in the body curve as well.
I was in the big city last week for a doctor’s appointment. BOLL. Ok, so not a big city, but a city with doctors other than the family type, and department stores other than the Walmart variety. I figured since I made the trip, I might as well make use of the day and go shopping. Had a gift certificate to burn at one store and then on to another for, (gasp), bra-shopping. I say gasp because this is not always an easy task.
My mission was simple; or so I thought. Find a demi-bra that would not show under a sweater I received for Christmas with a sort of low, square-cut necklace. To the demi-tasses I went. A problem when bra shopping for an A-cup is that there is not a lot to choose from. Here, I think, the bigger sizes have it easier – more choices for the B-cuppers and up. I guess the bra people think A-cuppers have little need for them having little of them.
Victoria’s Secret online has a whole section for A-cups - we are singled out like some anomaly. LMAO. Such smaller though then the other departments which is fitting, I guess, given the size. Bigger sizes get better names too. Curvy, voluptuous, full-figured. What do we get? Flat. Pfft. We need a defining name. Intimate A-pparel. The Pea-tit Department maybe.
But buying a bra online is like buying a car without a test-drive; you never know if you’re going to end up with a lemon; or you’re boobs looking like lemons. Weird shapes some of these things mold you into: Madonna cone-shaped torpedoes or sudden cleavage up to your neck. I’d go into shock. Then you find one you like and have to put your shirt back on to make sure you don’t look as if you’ve a topographical relief map with the roads clearly marked running across your chest. Seams: why are they there?
Finally found one I liked. Ack! $58.97!!!! Ok, not unusual, and not high-end either, but not what I wanted to spend for two triangular pieces of material – small pieces of material at that, and a bit of lace and elastic…especially since I’m in a bidding war on e-bay over a pair of discontinued $8.50 Levi 560s. LMAO. On to the sale rack, and I happily found what I was looking for. It’ll probably be the most comfortable bra I ever own, and probably on the sale rack because the style was discontinued. And I and some other A-cupper will be on e-bay a year from now, trying to outbid each other on a used bra.
Such an ordeal; is it for anyone else? Probably not. And all this to basically look like a slob. Ah…but I am particular in my slobdom: carefully chosen undergarments under neatly ironed t-shirts and perfectly creased ratty jeans.
Shelf-bras; interesting apparatus those. More for the watcher than the wearer definitely, but I’ve always wanted one for the hell of it. It’d be like Old Mother Hubbard though. Nothing on the shelf, and the dogs without a bone. BOLL. Ok…just amusing myself with that one.
Bringing this thread back up reminds me that somewhere on my desk I’ve got an article on Beauty through the Ages – things, some bizarre, and some painfully deforming, or even those which at times led to death – that women have done throughout history to appear beautiful. I found the article in a stack of stuff my Mom sent with the Christmas packages: a huge manila envelope filled with newspaper clippings and a weekly feature called World of Wonder, such discusses all kinds of subjects, (she is sure I don’t receive any news outside of my small town). On the backs of these World of Wonder features, (where I found the beauty thing), are all the word puzzles she knows I like, and I’m not sure which it is she saves them for. No matter, I like them both – except the crossword puzzles. They have too many celebrity questions, and I don’t know much about celebrities. I am gaining such an informed knowledge through this thread though, that I might attempt one.
34 A-cross.) Name a short, beautiful celebrity with small-breasts.
Uhm…Olivia Newton-John. A, B, or C?
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Post by Joxcenia on Jan 3, 2006 0:37:37 GMT -6
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Post by Phalon on Jan 3, 2006 1:04:35 GMT -6
Good prices on that site, Joxie. Sports bras, yeah, I can do those mail-order. The others though, too much can go wrong without trying them on: uncomfortable straps or underwires, road-map seams, and padding. I hate padding. I don't want to appear bigger; just something to hold a natural shape. In addition, on-line shopping and you miss that whole uplifting and separating experience.
LMAO. This sounds like a conversation to be held around a kitchen table drinking coffee. Actually, last time Hubs did that with Xena-Sister and I; sat in on our conversation, she told him he was welcome in women's conversation once he put on a sports-bra.
Speaking of Xena-Sister and kitchen tables....sitting around her's last week, and I got on her again about slouching; a horrible habit she has. She says it's a form of self-consciousness left-over from those high-school years being big-breasted and trying to hide exactly how big. And there are those that have commented on my good posture. I wonder if that's some subconscious thing - trying to thrust them out there. LMAO. I never thought about it. Maybe just a matter of baggage - easier to stand erect with shoulders back if there is less weight up front.
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Post by Joxcenia on Jan 3, 2006 1:36:47 GMT -6
They have good prices on items that have imperfections. Most imperfections are barely noticeable, if at all. They also happen to have an outlet store about 2 hours away from me. I don't know if they have one located near you though.
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Post by Phalon on Jan 3, 2006 23:57:25 GMT -6
That's my point: my imperfections are too small to be noticable. Ba-da-boom. (can the small-breasted make that sound?)
Thanks, Joxie, for posting that; I see there's an outlet only about an hour from here. Checking their web-site, and not a single demi offered. Pfft. What's up with that? That's where my greatest expense lies. Great prices on athletic wear though, and I'll have to check it out next time I'm up that way.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 4, 2006 0:16:27 GMT -6
Ok...this from the DD cup side of the fence...
I wanna talk about how frigin outrageous the cost of bras are these days. I can't get a decent bra without spending at least 40 bucks...unless I go to someplace like Walgreens and get those spandex sports bra things...and then...they only last a few months...
And finding one that actually fits right and can keep the damn things slung up in a comfortable position is damn near impossible. And you can forget about ever having perky ones that everyone seems to go for....haven't had those since I was 12. And those only lasted about a week.
And let's not forget about the constant back pain or the dents in your shoulders or a multitude of other things.
My pool game went completely to shit the minute they got above a B....that really pisses me off.
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Post by lolapunk on Jan 4, 2006 0:38:19 GMT -6
LOL at the non-perky side of it. I'm not a DD, but I know what it's like to sleep with someone and have them roll over onto a dead weighted runaway boob. Not comfortable.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 4, 2006 0:41:12 GMT -6
Ouch....
How about a runaway cat using your chest as a spring board?
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Post by Phalon on Jan 4, 2006 0:50:29 GMT -6
Boll...runaway boob; I think I just woke up the family with that one.
And just for the record...sheesh, I hope no one is keeping records of this stuff....spring-boarding cats on the nonrunaways hurt just as much...only with much less spring to the board - cuz it's flat.
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Post by Phalon on Jan 4, 2006 8:41:07 GMT -6
I stumbled upon this at one of those family education websites while looking for alphabet pages to color for BP.
Another case of the media and advertisers sending unacceptable, (IMO), messages to children. And while I disagree with the author's assessment that small-breasted women are "self-loathing", (I never knew any that fit that description), the article reiterates what Scrappy mentioned prior about the self-consciousness of being considered "different" in the teenage years and how the media plays a big part in adding to those feelings of insecurities.
The article was written by Carleton Kendrick, Ed. M., LCSW, an author, family therapist and public lecturer.
'"Increase Breast Size & Firmness...Naturally!" Just another of the many "bigger breasts" ads littering women's magazines and gossip tabloids? Nope. This full-page ad appeared in a recent edition of Teen Vogue. That's right, Teen Vogue...with a target audience of girls, ages 12 to 19.
"Until now, our only options were just to live with small breasts, use artificial padding or endure very expensive, dangerous surgery," says the ad. This is the message that the maker of Bloussant's Breast Enhancing tablets is conveying to adolescent girls -- girls who are battling eating disorders; girls whose bodies are in transition -- not yet mature; girls who wish they were thinner.
Now they're told that being thin isn't enough -- they should also proudly display the "larger and firmer breasts" guaranteed by Bloussant's "natural herbal enhancement tablet."
Need to feel better about your woefully small-breasted teenage body? Not to worry. "In a few weeks you'll see results and so will everyone else...your confidence level will soar." Want an "actual testimonial" from one of Bloussant's "satisfied customers?" Kim Crumpler says: "It's increased my bust size from a B to a C with the cleavage... It's just incredible what this product can do for you. I feel more beautiful and sexier than ever."
Somehow I doubt that the overjoyed Ms. Crumpler is a teenage girl. Maybe because this ad is the same ad, word for word, that appears in many women's magazines. Maybe it's because the gorgeous, airbrushed swimsuit model who takes up over two-thirds of this full-page ad could pass for 18 or 30...but not 13.
Who's kidding whom? Some snake-oil company that's been exploiting the self-loathing, small-breasted women in our massive-mammaries-crazed culture decided to tap into the desperate body image insecurities of teenage girls."
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Post by Joxcenia on Jan 4, 2006 16:36:49 GMT -6
Thanks, Joxie, for posting that; I see there's an outlet only about an hour from here.
You're very welcome...
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 13, 2006 22:42:38 GMT -6
Inevitably we look upon society, so kind to you, so harsh to us, as an ill-fitting form that distorts the truth; deforms the mind; fetters the will.
Virginia Woolf
If any of us hopes to survive, s/he must meet the extremity of the American female condition with immediate and political response. The thoroughly destructive and indefensible subjugation of the majority of Americans cannot continue except at the peril of the entire body politic.
June Jordan
Sexism is the foundation on which all tyranny is built. Every social form of hierarchy and abuse is modeled on male-over-female domination.
Andrea Dworkin
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Post by Gabbin on Jan 14, 2006 9:49:56 GMT -6
Yikes, Ms. Dworkin- I like saying her last name, Dworkin-a bit harsh there. Was she a kin of dwarves and it got shortened and changed (even more) to Dwork? Huh.
Virgin Wooooolf-such a way with words.
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Post by Gabbin on Jan 21, 2006 4:33:33 GMT -6
I was just thinking how nice it would be to have a World A - D Cup and have the A-ers play against the D-ers. My, what a match up.
Gweneth Paltrow.
Do you think that it makes some type of difference in friendships? Do D's all hang out together in school?
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Post by Phalon on Jan 22, 2006 0:59:52 GMT -6
The D's only hang out if they are bra-less. I hung out, (figuratively speaking...my figure not allowing much to hang out) with D's in school. I was the token A, I suppose.
Portabella De Rosso. Or whatever her name is; the blonde one, but not the secretary, that played in Allie McBeal.
Thanks for bringing this up again, (eye roll). I've been meaning to get that history article off my desk and into here for some time. Maybe soon. Interesting stuff; some reminds me of the movie about Queen Elizabeth, appropriately titled, "Elizabeth".
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