I don’t have a lot of experience being around them, mind you. But these days I’m just starting to feel irritated with anything that smacks of an attempt to deceive. Perhaps I’ve just seen too many people (mostly women, but I’m trying not to be sexist) who preen like peacocks in public, when a significant portion of their looks are bought and paid for. As far as I’m concerned, that’s like buying a Ph.D from a diploma mill and then using it as evidence of how smart you are.
The impetus for this has been my discovery on YouTube of modeling videos, wherein said models have that classic ultra-round, gravity-defying boob shape that screams “fake!” about 75% of the time. What’s so irritating is that these women would still be beautiful with their natural bodies … but now all I see is the fakeness.
“Vanity! My favorite sin.” - the Devil’s Advocate
Am I off my rocker?
Off your rocker? Dude, I’ve always hated fake boobs. The simple fact that they’re fake, first of all, means they lack all power to arouse me–once my brain registers fakeness that’s it. Also, I’m creeped out by the whole idea of someone surgically implanting a balloon in there, especially because of which organ of the body it is. And as you say about fakeness in general, I feel the same way about facial cosmetic surgery in women (I’m a straight guy so I don’t notice men)–as soon as I realize I’m looking at surgically constructed features, I’m done with that woman. Now, of course, they even get butt implants. I tell you, it’s a sick world and getting sicker. :smack:
When it’s simply a matter of personal preference vis-a-vis what you find sexually attractive, I don’t think ANYONE is off their rocker unless their preferences are destructive in some way.
As a petite-breasted woman who would never in a million years have considered breast augmentation, I personally find it heartening to hear from guys who prefer an “all natural” physique. (And I’m sure there are many females like me.)
But if some men prefer giant boobs even if they are artificially achieved, that’s fine. Whatever floats your boat, or your boobs. It’s all good.
Many choose this procedure for their own personal reasons quite apart from attracting others or intentional deception. In other words, it’s not about you or how you feel.
As if it were a choice, I prefer the appearance of smallish, natural breasts. My preference doesn’t matter a damn to anyone but me, but it is, nevertheless, my personal preference.
Apart from the aesthetic debate, it bothers me that so many women seem to internalize and pursue one single standard of beauty, the big-boobed, big-assed ideal. No one becomes great by following the crowd. Be original, stand out, find your own best self. How dull would it be if everyone looked alike. One Kim Kardashian is plenty.
Not as off your rocker as me, I got turned on by a gif of the silicon being injected. Stupid breast expansion fetish.
Seriously, as long as you recognize that usually, it’s not done for your sake, but rather for the sake of the woman wearing them, because they want to feel prettier, then there’s nothing wrong with not liking it, any more than there’s nothing wrong with disliking any feature or body type. Just… don’t be a jerk about it, is all.
A Ph.D requires a lot of work, if not obtained from a diploma mill. Looks you’re born to are simply a genetic lottery - no more a personal achievement than looks you’ve bought. In fact, if you worked hard to gain the money for the surgeries, you could argue the bought-and-paid for looks, with the attendant suffering involved in recovering from the surgeries, are more worthy of personal pride than those you’re simply born to.
I’m not saying this should influence your personal aesthetic tastes. I just disagree with your interpretation in the above quote.
Breasts: If I can touch them, they’re real.
I love breasts of all shapes and sizes. I’m not sure if that’s a blessing or a curse.
Also, a small breasted woman sans bra (but wearing a blouse/shirt) is sexy AF.
If I had had the money when I was younger, I would have bought the biggest, fakest things you ever saw. Thank goodness I didn’t.
I still think my boobs are too small, but I’ve made my peace with it. And I’ve also developed a dislike for fakeness. It seems bizarre to me that so many people dye their hair, or that pretty young ladies draw their eyebrows on.
