Arghhhh! There’s just no escaping it!
What’s this fascination that everyone seems to have with titan titties? The desire of every woman to have humongous hooters? The desire of every man to date a woman with mountainous melons?
Would you be able to explain to an alien race that some of us humans are willing to undergo dangerous mutilation just to have enlarged milk sacs?
By dangerous mutilation, of course, I mean enhancement surgery. A couple of years ago I saw an episode of Rikki Lake (admitedly a show where the combined IQ of the participants barely exceeds that of Winter temperatures in Lapland) where some perfectly lovely girls with tasty and delectable pencil erasers wanted desperately to get surgery so that they could look like bug-eyed tropical fish. It pissed me the hell off.
OK, I realize that a) All breasts are good breasts, and b) Most people prefer big breasts, and it’s all good, but sheesh! Must I be the sole voice in the wilderness to attest to the absolute yumminess of the speed bump? Must I be the only one in the world to say that the quality of a woman is not directly proportional to her bra size? Must I point out that of all the weird fetish porn sites out there, there are maybe only four that are devoted to itty bitty titties? And all four of them suck scissors? Must I point out that I know this because, er, uh, a friend told me, yeah, that’s it?
cue inspirational music
No more, I say! IBT women of the world, unite! Stand and be counted! Go bra-less in a white T-shirt! Proudly yell “I’m a flatty, and I’m damn sexy because of it!” Fail that pencil test with pride!
inspirational music reaches climax
sniff Dammit, IBT women, be proud of who you are! Revel in your gravity-defying hooterosity! SHOW US YOUR TITS!
IBT women of the world, I salute you! And not just with my hands!
This rant was inspired by that ridiculous goatee thread.