So that’s what happens when you squeeze them…
I just wish people would stop assuming that big boobies = fake boobies = bad.
I have big boobies. They grew that way, I had no control over it, and I had no choice in the matter. Making statements like ‘they just get in the way of getting close to someone’ is hurtful, just as it would be if someone said ‘I cannot hug short people because their heads are at the wrong height.’
If you want to say that getting fake boobies is lame, go right ahead. But please, please don’t assume that all big boobies are fake and therefore bad and that all people with big boobies got implants and are therefore shallow.
It just isn’t true, and it hurts my feelings to have those kind of on-sight assumptions made about me.
What featherlou said -
What Shodan heard -
Regards,
Shodan
I always enjoy pointing out the fakes on TV to my roommate. It’s almost a competition to see who can spot them first. I can usually beat him, because I have first hand experience as to how ridiculously large breasts react in certain situations. (And speaking as a well-endowed woman, I don’t see why anyone would pay to have this done to them.)
As far as the showbiz industry, well, to each his own. There are several people in showbiz that don’t have huge breasts. A majority of the women on Rhum Runner’s “People” list are not extremely endowed.
Right on,catsix. Three cheers for the Women With Naturally Giant Boobies Who Would Like To Point Out They are NOT Fake!
IDBB*who sports a 38-D herself,all natural thanks to giant boob genes from her mother who is a 32 DD and her grandmother who is a 34 DDD).
The original problem not the bubble boobs, but the awards show itself.
Awards shows are put on by exhibitionists to exhibit other exhibitionists. You’re expecting culture or good taste? They could just as easily publish a list of the winners and have their private little victory parties. But Nooooooo, they see another opportunity to promote their desperate personas, sell a few commercial spots, and to all hang out together so they can pretend they’re not psychologically abnormal. I don’t watch them anymore.
I have a story to tell.
In my youth, I was a bad boy. One of my petty pleasures involved going to strip clubs, drinking expensive drinks, and stuffing dollar bills in G-strings.
This was no big deal. I certainly never got any complaints, nor was I ever thrown out of any bars. At least, not while my money held out.
To this day, I hold fond memories of Caligula’s, where the girls would literally climb onto the armrests of your chair in order to dance WAY too close to your face.
Then, one day, I cleaned up my act, and went no more a-roving to dens of iniquity and nests of sin. I learned very quickly that women don’t want to sleep with a nice guy, but that’s beside the point.
Anyway, one day, an old school chum got married. Naturally, a bachelor party had to be planned and executed. We decided that a trip to Thunder Road was in order.
I was kinda amused and excited. I hadn’t been to a strip club in YEARS! And Thunder Road was something of an upscale “Gentleman’s Club,” not like the low dives I’d frequented in my youth. Free buffet and everything!
Well, we had an okay time. Bought the guy a table dance. But there was something wrong. Something had changed. What the heck was it?
At one point, I glanced up and realized that a stripper’s G-string had changed from red to gold foil. Then, suddenly, I realized that it wasn’t the same stripper. They looked nearly alike. No, actually, their TITS looked nearly alike, and they had the same color hair and the same hairstyle. What the hell?
Another stripper came out. This one wasn’t even the same ethnicity, but she had the same tits. Huh?
I kept watching. Four, five, seven dancers. All of them had the same rounded, slightly conical tits.
And their tits did not move.
There’s a thing about largish breasts. They move when the woman moves. Sometimes, they even go the opposite direction the woman is moving in, when she changes direction suddenly. This is why they have “sports bras”.
These women’s breasts did not move. It was like they were sculpted there in wax. They did not sway, bounce, or jiggle. Not a lot, anyway.
I sat there, my beer growing warm in my hand.
A dozen more dancers went by. I studied them. You know, some dancers don’t have large breasts. In fact, MOST professional dancers tend to be rather small-breasted – goes with all that working out. These women weren’t small breasted. Their tits ranged from Large to Super Value Meal… but they were all the same shape, and only the largest tits did much rocking at all, no matter how frenetic the music got.
It wasn’t erotic. It was downright clinical. I might almost have been at some kind of Tech Show, with runway models displaying This Year’s Silicone Implants.
I don’t think I’ve ever had as disappointing a time at a strip club as I did that night. I actually went home depressed.
I haven’t been to a club since. That was the night The Tits Went Professional… sigh…
Very well put, from what I saw of the outfits the ladies were almost wearing at the Golden Globes (now, there’s a joke without a punchline).
I love boobies. Large, medium, small, Real, fake, surreal.
Carry on.
Someone should link to the “boobs everywhere” thread. Everytime I search the lights in the house dim, the computer crashes, and the dogs bark. Well, maybe one out of three.
Thank you I_dig_bad-boys, that’s the spirit.
It is a closely guarded secret that big breasts are really not important to a guy. Really. Serious.
The most important thing about breasts to a guy is… access.
If you have access, most don’t give a damn how big they are.
I’d cry and wonder what I had done to deserve such punishment.
You know what’s wrong with this thread? I’ll tell ya (you knew I would).
It’s not about what GUYS like, though that’s what most of the comments here are about.
The story is about what women like to do on television. They choose to cut their bodies, stuff in some silicon, and then prance on camera to flash their cleavage. These women imagined it, wanted it, planned it, made the appointment with the doctor, got the surgery, and bought the outfit to show it off. Their choice. Many of us think the results are kinda weird – makes us feel uncomfortable.
(Clearly, it’s those women who love them, can’t get enough of them, bigger is better, etc, etc, et freakin’ cetera)
What’s wrong with Stacy? Certainly not her 41-inch legs and cute ass, I’ll say that.
Well, that pretty much explains it, since “boobies” is a word for 2 year olds that are still nursing.
Natural breasts are better, IMHO. I’d rather see a pair of nicely shaped, nicely nippled A-cups than have my ‘pattern recognition’ kick in on a set of big ones, telling me that they are “unnaturally round”.
To me, there’s nothing worse than seeing the “Implant Line” high on a woman’s chest, above her breasts (from the top of the implants, where they are being pressed or flattened, forcing the top edge “out of the boob”).
Women, if Penis implants were popular, what would you think if your guy dropped his pants and the implant was just that obvious?
And yeah, to me, there is such a thing as “too big”. Beach Ball tits are just not attractive, or enticing.
I actually know a straight, teenage guy who said that “any more than a handful is too much.”
Jesus… I just checked out ratemyimplants.com. How incredibly disturbing and sad. There was one woman in particular that was an exquisitely beautiful girl that just… deformed herself!
There was not one pair that looked remotely natural or attractive.
I can understand why some of the women would want to improve their breasts, but jesus, why not just fill what you have, instead of stretching them into freakdom? And by that I don’t mean that they are all so gigantic, because they aren’t. But they are so much bigger than the flesh they are stuffed into is designed to hold that they just end up looking weird and freakish.
One woman had post-nursing breasts that she had not had done yet. Empty sacks that could stand to be filled. If she does it, I hope she restrains herself and only gets what the skin she has accomodate.
You people who like them leave me amazed. I don’t get it, and I will never get it. They just look freaky.
I’m totally with the women in this thread who want to know why anyone would want to do that to themselves.
Mine are a pain (often literally) and they’re completely natural.
I can’t wait until I can get a reduction done.
I loathe fake breasts. It’s gotten to where I can hardly watch American-made porn any more; I find the women in European-made sex flicks, with their B- and C-cups sloshing around, much more appealing.
Western men should take a lesson from New Guinea and put bamboo extensions on our dicks. It would be no less ridiculous than cutting open a tit and shoving a bag of salty water inside.
My wife has a nice rack, but doesn’t feel the need to put them on display. Not even for special occasions. I’m the only one who gets to see 'em. Yay me!
I find this whole thing where breasts have become a fashion accessory to be crass, tasteless, and typical of the warped way our society likes to look at sexuality – let’s overload everything in the world with sexual innuendo, then spend a lot of time behaving like sexuality is bad.
Humans piss me off.
P.S. I like breasts. Real ones, not the surgically enhanced variety.