About Boobs
I went out today to go pick up some supplies for la petite chatte then to the mall to pick something up and to pathmark to continue my never-ending quest for regular vanilla pepsi and a baking tin. Before I left the apartment, I didn't really put much thought into what I put on. I left on the tank top I'd been wearing all day, jeans, a sweatshirt, a hat and the most awesome scarf ever (thanks Di :)!!). I thought to myself, who really cares anyway? I felt sorta weird when I stopped at work on my way out to say bye, because apparently I was burning one of my co-workers poor virgin eyes right out of their sockets with my not-boobs. It bothered me because he didn't just make a face or says omething quietly, but made a loud freakin' deal out of it- really acting like quite a tit (you can't escape bad pun week!)- like it was the most unbearable thing he could imagine. ... Severely resisted the urge to tell tell him ".. hey. You're mouth's open- cover *it*!"
I'd never really thought about it mostly on account of I don't really have much to show off anyway. Nobody looks when I wear a t-shirt, so why would they now? So after I carefully assembled my poor broken ego (hehehe ok so not that bad) I was prompted to do some investigation. After all, these sorts of taboos have existed for quite some time, especially in western cultures- namely North America and England. Back in Victorian times, women flashing bits of their ankles warranted fainting. Belly buttons were indecent until about 1960. Boobs in North America have been indecent since just about forever (with the exception of nudist colonies, beaches and strip poker). Yet, people are on daily surfing porn sites, "Girls Gone Wild" videos selling like hotcakes and, hell, there's the occasional sonny jim peeping in your bathroom window while you're in the shower. A woman's own rules (and sobriety) govern who is and isn't allowed to see her boobs. But if she should choose to wear a low cut shirt thats her perogative. Chances are, she's not looking for attention. She is either just lazy or comfortable. And who are men to criticize- god knows there are enough of them walking around without shirts that really shouldn't be.
The thing I really don't understand is that someone will make a big production out of it (ie earlier example) and then insist on sharing story after story of his sex life. Ohhh the hipocrasy. I've been playing with the theory that maybe this country is slowly working out of that taboo. It takes a while and maybe this back and forth is the natural way it happens. To help speed up the process, nudist Tuesdays is officially in effect. Don't forget your towels :)
Ladies, feel free to share strories and ideas. Gentlemen, any insights?