We were at the Boston Museum of Science this weekend (it was raining), and went over to asn exhibit on seeing inside the body – X-rays, MRI, that kind of thing. They had a section devoted to breat exams, and in the center were four rubber replica breasts that you were supposwed to locate the lumps in. They were blue and not completely anatomically correct, but there were four unmistakeable breast forms in a row. Pepper Mill, MilliCal, and I were all playing along, and it struck me that this was a very weird family activity – feeling up Smurf boobs. What was worse was that Pepper Mill was really pummeling away at hers.
“You’ve got to be aggressive,” she said, “Some of the lumps are deep down.”
And all I could think was that there was no way I could get away with that sort of aggression.
Several years ago they came around to where I was working with similar models, only of testicles, to teach you how to do self-exams for lumps in them. After watching her aggressive examination style, I don’t think I want to trade lump sessions with her.