A friend of mine last year got into a particularly depressing train of thought while waiting for a bus, and he decided he should come over and share it with me. To this day, I wonder why.
He was sitting there thinking, “Why do people like breasts? I mean, they’re just hanging bags of fat. Like cow udders.” He’s gay, so this wasn’t much of a surprise. But then, he extended this line of thinking to, “And why do people like penises? I mean, it’s just a tube of flesh with some blood vessels. You PEE out of it, for god’s sake. And balls are even worse! And why an ass? I mean, it’s just some icky old SKIN with some muscle all up on it. . . And usually some fat, too. . .”
It came down to this: Why do people like ANYTHING? Why do we even get up in the morning, at that? Why am I reading this message board? It’s just a bunch of pixels, not even pretty-colored pixels. . .
So there’s really no good reason for anything.
Myself, I can’t imagine finding breasts boring. Even if I was a professional Breast-Looker-Atter.