When I was in high school and college and at my fighting weight, I had A’s. Of course, I had zero body fat anywhere because I worked out constantly. I never had a problem finding a date. I had exactly one date complain about my chest size. He actually mentioned the availability of enhancement surgery and then tried to sugar coat the insult by saying that “With boobs, you’d be the ideal woman.” I didn’t see the humor. Any man that wants me to surgically implant plastic sacks filled with salt water to satisfy his warped sexual appetite… can go pound salt. sacks.
I’m alarmed not only by the huge boob fixation but the fixation on plastic surgery in general. My sister-in-law who just hit 30 has had three surgeries already. She’s still recognizable as the person I first met, but in ten years, who knows? We’ve gone overboard in this country. People have to realize that perfection is not obtainable. If your boobs aren’t what society says is ideal, society can go fuck itself.
I tell my daughters (12 and 10) everyday how beautiful they are to me. I hope they believe it.
Ladies, just remember, no matter what you do or don’t do, whether you’re a perfect little A-cup or an implanted D-cup, there will always be men and women around to judge you and tell you you’re all wrong.
Do what you want to do! Fuck what anyone else has to say. It’s none of their business what you decide to do with your tits.
Most men have been so fucking clueless that they have never even known I have a boob job. I’ve danced for hundreds of people who really and truly thought they were real. In my experience, guys are just grateful that you’re allowing them to get near your breasts. Please, don’t let fear of their judgment keep you insecure.
I get so sick of reading this crap about “Fake or Real?” “What should women do with their bodies and how can we judge them on it?” Enough. :mad:
So you got a boob job so you could strip, are unconcerned with the reception your tits get, despite the fact you’re an entertainer, and base your typical male response to roboboobs on your sampling of the population that frequents strip clubs?
So, uh, I sorta am assuming that your abbreviation IBTs means, uh, itty-bitty-titties. Please either reassure me that it’s not so or reconsider your future use of the word. I mean, since we’ve established you’re not a skeezball and all . . .
Well, I danced for three years before I ever got my implants, so no I didn’t get a boob job so I could strip. I wanted mine, for reasons of my own that had nothing to do with insecurity. I just wanted them. I love them. They were worth every penny. And if someone wants to judge me about it, I don’t really give a shit. I have been judged my whole life. All dancers are judged and looked down upon. That’s one of the first things you have to get over.
I am no longer an entertainer, I work in a cubicle. I go in occasionally for extra money and excitement. Yep, I sure do.
And despite what you think, there is a pretty vast sampling of men who go to strip clubs. So yeah, after ten years I think I know a little something about the male psyche when it comes to breasts. Don’t think I haven’t heard it all. My smaller breasted friends have been told many many times, “You’d be perfect if you just got a boob job…blah blah blah.” IMO, that’s a fucked up thing to say to someone. And at the same token, you, having never seen me, will refer to my breasts as “roboboobs.” Well, fuck ya.
My “roboboobs” are fucking awesome. I’d like to see your perfect body so I can judge you too. Oh wait, I wouldn’t do that because I don’t look at people as the sum of their physical parts. Fortunately I can see that there’s a lot more to people than the bodies that hold their souls.
And men wonder why we have a culture of plastic surgery nightmares. You’re damned if you do, damned if you don’t. Women cannot win either way.
I just wandered in here because **tdn ** was complaining in the other thread that more people were answering the Happy Holidays thread.
I have nothing to contribute, really, but I guess I should say *something * to add to the topic. Not particularly wanting to talk about my own, I’ll just say that no one is initially happy with what they’ve got. You kind of have to make yourself be happy with whatever it is. It’s kind of like hair in a way. Everybody wants my curly hair but for years I wanted it straight. (Not anymore).
Anyone who says “More than a handfull is wasted” has no idea what they’re doing.
Breasts- all shapes, and all sizes- are wonderful, wonderful things. Just because my preferences are towards the larger ones shouldn’t mean that smaller ones are somehow ‘wrong’.
Would you accept it as a compliment if I said I like your breasts “that size”? Or that I like them just the way they are? Is there any way I could possibly phrase it that you would both take it as a compliment and know that I’m sincere?
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When it comes to compliments, brevity is the soul of wit. Drop all qualifiers. Say instead " I love your breasts," period. But you know, not to a stranger on the bus or anything.
Bzzzt. Wrong. Hey, if ladies want chests that increasingly resemble Michael Jackson’s face, go for it. Sounds (and looks) like a symptom of body dysmorphia to me, quite frankly. Again, I’d say you’ve got a skewed sampling, especially in a strip-club environment. Sure, guys like ideals of female beauty as much as women like ideals of male beauty, and those ideals can be distorted in popular culture, but we’re a lot more fair in our assessment of ladies day-to-day than you appear to give us credit for. I haven’t seen anything in a strip club that beats what I can get in my bedroom any night of the week, in no small part because my wife isn’t a plasticine paragon of medical excess. I fell for her well before I felt her up, and in no small part because she had a lovely smile and a sweet disposition. I’ve been seriously in love with women who have had everything from teeny A’s to seriously humongous D’s, and it’s all good, so far as I’m concerned. Yeah, sure, big tits are cool for a while, but I don’t have to relate to a pair of tits on a daily basis, so if that’s all the woman has going for her, no amount of cleavage is going to save the relationship.
Hey, if you regard men as mere objectifiers, I suppose it makes sense to advocate the pneumatic look, however disfiguring in real life. Me, I certainly don’t think women are “damned if they don’t”. I find the notion insulting, to be honest, and quite out of character with virtually everyone I know in a meaningful relationship with somebody. Perhaps what you know of the male psyche is the part that likes to stare at naked tits and beat off later. How realistic is gonzo porn? How many people really want that in real life? C’mon, now, there’s more to the story.
Loopydude,
My point is that women get judged no matter what they do. Whatever size/shape/real/fake you are, someone will be out there judging us. A lot of women cave to that unrealistic goal of perfection.
I’m just saying that women should do what they want. It’s not up to men whether we decide to get implants or do anything else to our bodies.
And I don’t know what strip clubs you’ve hung out with, but I’ve known very few ladies who I’d call a “plasticine paragon of medical excess.” I certainly don’t think a boob job equals such a thing. And, I am by no stretch such a thing.
Yeah, I was a dancer, but my fiance fell in love with me much the same as the way you describe falling for your lady. Breasts had nothing to do with it. I’ve got a lot more going for me than just a great rack.
My basic theory: Live and let live. Let’s drop the judgments.
I agree with that sentiment but I think we need a scale of how real/fake enhanced sweater bumps are.
[ul][li]Pregnancy/Weight Gain/Puberty - real as it gets[/li][li]Quack suction cup device ordered from back of Hustler - pretty real I suppose[/li][li]Fat injections - still pretty real[/li][li]Peanut oil filled implants - Well it came from something alive[/li][li]Saline inmplants - Living things actually dwell in salt water so…[/li][li]Silicone gel implants - getting faker[/li][li]Polyproplone string inplants - Science fiction ain’t as weird as this. They are real in that they exist, mainly on strippers with boobs bigger than my head. And I have a really big head. [/li][li]Prosthetic boobies - Technically you can feel 'em but why would you want to?[/li]Digital image enhancement - Truly fake boobies[/ul]
I saw an HBO Real Sex episode a few weeks ago that had she-males (apologies to the offenderati if that isn’t the preferred term for chicks with functioning male members) with some amazing boob jobs. You’d swear up and down they were the genuine article.
No one here would disagree about that. We can drop them about men who go to strip bars too, thanks. People care way, way less about your body than you think they do.
Man. All I can say is what I’ve seen with my own two eyes has been grounds, IMO, for a class-action malpractice suit against the cosmetic surgery industry. They don’t sit like real boobs, they don’t move like real boobs, you can sometimes see the junction of tissue with implant under the skin, the nipples sometimes look seriously messed up, there can be fine scarring, etc., etc. I must admit my strip-club experience is quite limited, and so maybe I got, by chance, a poor sampling of the augmented population, but I kinda doubt it. I don’t trust pictures or videos because they can (and are) touched up. Bras and other clothing certainly do make fake boobs difficult to distinguish (though not impossible, as experience has taught me).
Finally, if the idea is women should reject imposed standards of beauty, why do it at all? It’s expensive, and elective surgery of any kind is best to be shunned, since it’s never a good idea to go under the knife unless you need it. Are these women who “got it for themselves” rather kidding themselves?
