My brother attended our mother’s funeral with his then-wife, “Sarah” (name changed…). I went to hug her, and noticed that she met me in the middle before she got there (if you know what I mean).
I didn’t want to make too much of it right in front of her, so I kept my eyes from wandering in curiosity. I had noticed from a distance that she sure did look different.
Later on in the evening, I was sitting with my dad outside. He leaned over, nudged my arm and said, “Well, Sarah went and bought herself some tits, huh?” (This from a man who couldn’t even bring himself to say ‘darn’ in front of me my entire life)
My brother divorced Sarah less than a year later. They had separated for a time before the funeral, and she had spent a huge chunk of their money on the boobs without ever talking to him about it. He’s into natural, but she had been cheating on him for months. :dubious:
Yes, it irritates the crap out of me. The Three Stooges were “boobs”. I hate it when my female friends refer to their breasts as The Three Stooges.
That said, I’ve got two friends with fake breasts. Both must’ve gotten good jobs done on 'em, ‘cause I don’t mind lookin’ at 'em. However, I like breasts of any caliber- small, medium, large, whatever, I like 'em. If they’re within eyesight (or closer!) I like 'em.
I also hate the word “boobs”. When adults say it, it makes me think of pre-teen boys giggling over the word, and that level of creativity.
I prefer “tits”.
Anyway, a former girlfriend bought herself a pair before we met, and until the moment that we were locked in a semi-clothed embrace for the first time, I had no idea. She was built fairly small, and she only bought herself a B-cup. She showed me a picture of herself taken about a week before the operation. She was wearing a pretty tight wife-beater, and her tits were smaller than mine. I mean, real Raisinettes. Flatsville. The B-cups she proudly sported perfectly fit her size and shape. That said, I really didn’t like feeling them- very unnatural to the touch. Although a big pair will definitely grab my attention, my personal preference is a nice, small, sag-proof pair. Yummy.
I have ruined fake boobs for DeathLlama, he tells me. Once upon a time he couldn’t tell the difference (*ser-*iously?? even the gawdaful jobs on display in cheap porn??), but ever since I showed him the (obvious) features of fakes, he HATES them. Whenever we catch some nice softcore porn on Skinimax, he is annoyed to irritated by the big fake round ones…we are thrilled when we see the real thing, even if the real thing is “only” a B cup.
He’s currently enjoying mine–thanks to the wonders of breastfeeding, I have blossomed into very full, very natural DDs. I can’t get dressed or showered without being ogled and/or groped, but that’s fine with me. I just hope I don’t end up looking like a deflated balloon when RuffLlama outgrows my milk.
Boobs sound soothing. They’ve got that nice “oo” in the middle, like Smooth and Soothing. The two circles even look like Boobs, as do each of the "B"s on the ends. It doesn’t sound like the baby-talk “Boobies” or “Bubbies” (both of which were recorded in use long before “Boobs”, IIRC)
Much better than “tits”. George Carlin to the contrary notwithstanding, “Tits” doesn’t sound appealing. They sound angular You can cut yourself on Tits.
“Hey, man, what happened to your hand?”
“I cut it playing with some Tits.”
“That looks pretty nasty. You’d better put it between two Boobs.”
I’ve thought for years about getting a boob job, but when I looked into the specifics, I found out that you have to keep going back for tune-ups every ten or fifteen years. I also just can’t bring myself to cut and re-style my bod just to live up to the standard of beauty.
My brother had a girlfriend who had had a boob job, and he told me they looked nice but felt like tennis balls.
My old boss was a skinny woman (formerly fat, so she was militant about it). I hadn’t seen her in some years and then we went to her house and I couldn’t put my finger on what was different. She had a T-shirt on with somewriting across her chest and still…? Afterward my friend referred to something that was there that didn’t used to be there; kind of a shocker since this woman prides herself on being all granola and grassroots liberal.
My friend’s friend said that when she first got them, it was like having two road cones grafted onto her chest. They’re hard, round, and just sorta sitting there. Once they drop though, she said you hardly notice them.
As far as the feeling, I think it depends on what surgery she got. Some damage the nerves, some don’t. I’d imagine the surgery where they completely remove the nipple would lead to a lack of sensitivity, though.
If they remove the nipple, what do they put in its place - a prosthesis?
Just the thought of it is horrible!!!
Mhendo. Kind of judgemental, aren’t you? I wouldn’t even suggest my wife to get them - even she was flat, but if it was her decision, I’d back her 100%.
Hey, this is IMHO, after all. mhendo’s is a perfectly reasonable opinion, and as long as he doesn’t go around attacking people with it, he’s entittled to it.
