More Brain Droppings
I just thought I'd actually set down in a written format something that I've mulled over quite a bit.
Common concern of women is how much time men spend staring at their breasts. Either they don't understand the obsession or they're actively offended by it. So here's my thoughts on the matter, I find it perfectly understandable.
A woman's breasts are the most visually obvious gender difference. While you can't tell what a clothed woman may have between her legs, unless she's wearing a suit of armor you can see her breasts. You can tell how large they are, how they're shaped, and half the time you can even watch her nipples get hard... but the thing is you actually can't. It's just a silhouette, a tease. Low cut tops are even worse, then you even get nice soft flesh and part of the naked breast itself, but it's still clothed and out of reach (both visually and otherwise).
Bear in mind that from the second men become old enough to notice, we spend our entire lives surrounded by breasts - unless maybe you live in a cave or a boys-only christian academy. Every day, we see hundreds of breasts. If you see a woman from across a room you have no idea what color her eyes are, what her voice sounds like, where she comes from, or what sort of person she is - but you can see her breasts.
Compounding this is the fact that breasts are considered naughty bits. Mentally, we practically associate them with genitalia, i.e. very much a part of female sexuality. So here we are, spending our lives completely surrounded by sex that we can't have.
So from a young age, men have been conditioned to see breasts as the defining characteristic of the female gender and their sexuality. Is it any wonder that they catch our attention so? We still get thrills like schoolboys those times we actually get to see them completely unclothed. It's like a release of sorts - we see hundreds of clothed breasts all day long, actually getting to see them naked is utterly fascinating.
For a woman to really understand this, she'll have to imagine something. Just picture if every pair of pants in the world was crafted to perfectly outline the shape of a guy's cock. You'd be able to see length, width, his balls, whether or not he's circumsized, watch him get hard - and yet it's covered by a thin veil of tightly conforming cloth. Something tells me that would difficult not to look at.
Now that you've got that picture in your mind, imagine if you had to AVOID getting caught looking at it. It's there, nice and long and erect, clearly visible, but still completely forbidden to look at or acknowledge because it's private. Imagine if a guy would get mad if he caught you looking at his exposed cock. Imagine if you could get fired from a job for looking at a man's exposed cock. Now think about the number of males you see in a day, and imagine if this was the case for nearly every single one you'd ever seen in your entire life.
Every time you got on a bus you'd see at least twenty cocks and have to pretend they're not there. Welcome to a man's world.
Girls, think about that the next time you catch a man staring at your breasts.
Common concern of women is how much time men spend staring at their breasts. Either they don't understand the obsession or they're actively offended by it. So here's my thoughts on the matter, I find it perfectly understandable.
A woman's breasts are the most visually obvious gender difference. While you can't tell what a clothed woman may have between her legs, unless she's wearing a suit of armor you can see her breasts. You can tell how large they are, how they're shaped, and half the time you can even watch her nipples get hard... but the thing is you actually can't. It's just a silhouette, a tease. Low cut tops are even worse, then you even get nice soft flesh and part of the naked breast itself, but it's still clothed and out of reach (both visually and otherwise).
Bear in mind that from the second men become old enough to notice, we spend our entire lives surrounded by breasts - unless maybe you live in a cave or a boys-only christian academy. Every day, we see hundreds of breasts. If you see a woman from across a room you have no idea what color her eyes are, what her voice sounds like, where she comes from, or what sort of person she is - but you can see her breasts.
Compounding this is the fact that breasts are considered naughty bits. Mentally, we practically associate them with genitalia, i.e. very much a part of female sexuality. So here we are, spending our lives completely surrounded by sex that we can't have.
So from a young age, men have been conditioned to see breasts as the defining characteristic of the female gender and their sexuality. Is it any wonder that they catch our attention so? We still get thrills like schoolboys those times we actually get to see them completely unclothed. It's like a release of sorts - we see hundreds of clothed breasts all day long, actually getting to see them naked is utterly fascinating.
For a woman to really understand this, she'll have to imagine something. Just picture if every pair of pants in the world was crafted to perfectly outline the shape of a guy's cock. You'd be able to see length, width, his balls, whether or not he's circumsized, watch him get hard - and yet it's covered by a thin veil of tightly conforming cloth. Something tells me that would difficult not to look at.
Now that you've got that picture in your mind, imagine if you had to AVOID getting caught looking at it. It's there, nice and long and erect, clearly visible, but still completely forbidden to look at or acknowledge because it's private. Imagine if a guy would get mad if he caught you looking at his exposed cock. Imagine if you could get fired from a job for looking at a man's exposed cock. Now think about the number of males you see in a day, and imagine if this was the case for nearly every single one you'd ever seen in your entire life.
Every time you got on a bus you'd see at least twenty cocks and have to pretend they're not there. Welcome to a man's world.
Girls, think about that the next time you catch a man staring at your breasts.