Skip to main content

Why do we love and lust after boobs?

 The Good News

My friend had her lumpectomy procedure last week. So far, she reports everything is okay. The surgery seems to have left things in good shape. (Tongue in cheek required)

Before we further discuss the subject of male and female breasts, let us look at my latest sketches.

Chilling Out
Gouache 9 x 12

Sitting On Top of the World
Gouache 9 x 12


There is a truth that most of us don't discuss breasts in polite company.
I believe that if we look at the lithe figure of a runway model or the earth mother with ten to fifteen extra pounds buttered generously over her body, there is a man lusting after that woman. The diversity of women that creates interest in men is a comprehensive and varied collection of types.
One feature that quickens men's attention to women is their breasts. The common impression is that the bigger, the better, but I caution you not to accept that myth. Before we engage in that battle, let's ask the bigger question. Why the fascination exists at all?
I have nothing intellectual to lend to this argument except my experience and numerous jocular conversation with men and a few women. 
There's the inclination to think that, as babies, we naturally become attracted to what nourishes us. But, unfortunately, that doesn't explain why most females don't retain a lustful attraction to other women's breasts. Envy, yes, but hardly lust.
There is an opinion that because there is mutual pleasure when attention is paid to female breasts during foreplay, it is natural for men to think of that experience when visualizing the possibility. The problem with this theory is that young boys, long before they learn the practice of seduction and satisfaction, are ogling women's boobs.
The thing that resonates with me is the "you always want what you can't have" theory. The vast majority of us live where it is a social norm for women to cover their breasts. That might explain why men go to strip clubs to experience the unfettered delight of topless women. I'm not sure how a society that doesn't require women to cover their breasts works, but until we subjected them to modern world practices, their societies functioned quite well without the pushup bra.

While we are n the subject of boobs.
Why is someone who is classically stupid called a boob? I think it references men's boobs since they apparently serve no purpose. 
So let's consider the re-election of Ron Johnson. Johnson's deep dive into everything, including unproven election fraud resulting in Joe Biden's election. Johnson has dabbled in misogyny, homophobia, and Q anon theories. The question is, who is the boob Johnson or is it the people who vote for him?
 
I found this photo of Keith Richards thought-provoking. There's an oft-heard joke about Richards. It said he is dead, and he isn't aware of it.
This morning, I looked at my face while shaving and decided that the joke about Richards isn't funny.


 




Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Ring The Bell

 It appears there is a tradition in the radiology department at Ascension Hospital that patients, upon completing their course of treatment, ring a bell. ( We know not for whom this bell tolls.) Ring the Bell with My Sweetheart Jeanne. Jeanne drove me to all but two of the appointments. Pam Frautchi took me to the other two. Today, after being zapped thirty-two times, I rang the bell. This begins a roughly one-month recovery period where the effects of the radiation abate and, I'm assured, a return to normalcy occurs. In my case, I anticipate more energy and greater awareness. Books, Books, & More Books I am simultaneously celebrating the end of the third year of volunteering for the All Saints Hunger Book Sale. Next week, we will wrap up the preparation for the sale and open our doors on August 3 for the public. I ran into this humourous but quite accurate cartoon on a T-Shirt that shows most of the volunteer's sentiments at this point. If you think the printed and bound p...
One of my latest efforts. Sketch: The Lady Is Blue Gouache 9 X 12 Reporting: I enjoyed a pleasant evening with my friend Michelle Mooney. I took her out for dinner to celebrate her birthday and to thank her for the many first-rate haircuts she's given me. We were surprised at the number of people who dined alfresco in the balmy night air. Whatever we've done to please Mother Nature, she had deemed acceptable by giving us a shot of summer just when late fall weather was wrapping her fingers around our throat. If I have one complaint about the friendly confines of The County Claire, it's the noise level that makes it difficult to converse. The rumble is an acoustical problem with the customers speaking in normal conversational tones. This is without audible TV showing some game or background music selected by a dance DJ.  I know! We should have eaten outside, where the only noise is the occasional 14 bus snorting by.   Maybe It's Me Since my two soccer teams are not doing...

It's time again.

It started in 2004 when we moved to our condo off Downer in Milwaukee. Then we mover to the Westside of Milwaukee when we rented from Ken Karr, the former landlord, now a current friend on Highland and 29th St. Then we moved to Mandeville Louisiana for a little less than a year. Returning to The Fox River Valley, we rented a home in Fox Crossing, formerly The Town of Menasha. When the tree fell on the roof, and the landlord felt no urgency to fix it, we moved to W. Commercial in Appleton. Here is a shocker. Are you sitting down? We are moving. No, I don't mean off the couch and out to the patio. There are too many damn mosquitoes for that to happen. No, we are packing our stuff, or at least the stuff we unpacked from the last move and moving to a home Maria purchased on Mason and Glendale in Appleton. Let me unpack that last sentence (pun planned for). We are moving at approximately the end of September to a house. The house has been in t...