Re the linked article. Is it healthy self confidence or poor taste to brag publicly about your breasts?
Astro: I’ve been reading your posts for 5 years. Do you have a hang up with women or what? 
I’m asking for a range of opinions about whether bragging on a physical attribute like the perfection of your breasts is in poor taste or not. I was fairly surprised that she would start nattering about how “amazing” her boobs, are and wondered if this is something that now become a topic that’s acceptable (manners wise) to chatter about publicly. It’s basically a social etiquette question as it relates to contemporary manners, if you want to read more than that into it feel free.
While I don’t think I’d do it, I don’t think it’s a big deal at all for a woman to talk about how much she likes any part of her body, especially considering this is probably a cool revelation after dealing with anorexia. She’s just reveling in it. It’s good to hear a woman say something nice about her own body after hearing one talk about how she’s too fat (when she’s not) or how much she hates her nose (which is only slightly less than perfect) and so on.
Is it because it’s her breasts that it bothers you so much? Relax! She coulda talked about her vagina instead! 
It would have sounded great after her comments about her parents, too.
If they are really that great, you don’t have to say anything.
No, Shakes likes it when Ashlee talks about her boobs…
refered to myself in the third person for effect.
Enough about Ashlee’s boobs, more about mine. Man, my boobs are great. Really. They’re small, but not like, not too small. And they’re boobs. Did I mention that I have two of them? Because I do. And they’re nice. Boobs.
Actually, I’d dare to say that my boobs are way better than Ashlee’s boobs. My boobs could beat up Ashlee’s boobs with one…um, boob?..tied behind my back. Hear that, Ashlee? MY BOOBS CHALLENGE YOU.
Celebrities going on about themselves is always in poor taste. Unfortunatly it seem to be there job.
In context…after anorexia, finding you’re satified with your body…seems like a good thing.
In general, I don’t know…hard to say…those of us with truely gorgeous perfect tits might have a hard time not talking about them…forgive us.
Jessica has amazing boobs. Like her daddy said, “Double Ds man! You gotta like that!” Ashlee just has these boobs, see? Nice, teener tits but no DDs. However, Ashlee has a real purdy mouth. And she knows how to work that tongue! Merry Christmas!
It would be gauche to demand a cite, but sometimes expediency overrules discretion.
Translation: hit me up with an attachment on my email. Subject line: “Mouthwatering indeed.”
Ohh! Me too!
Good idea, Askia. You go, girl!*
*meant in an '80s, Morris Day way, when we called everyone “Girl.”
Nothing says holiday cheer like listening to guys talk about boobs.
Well, yeah, it was my own damn fault for coming into the thread.
twicks, whose tits speak for themselves (heh.)
Well, it’s certainly not something that I’d do at, say, Christmas Eve with my extended family, or at work. However, given the context–media interview, talking about anorexia–it seems to be fair game, and not really in bad taste.
Given her dad’s previously creepy comments about her sister’s boobs (see NoCluBoy’s post), I’m a little squicked out by it. I can totally envision her dad saying “Oh, sweetie, you have a great body! And your boobs are awesome!”
Euugh.
Well, my rack is frikin’, frakin’ fabulous. I’ve said it once, I’ll say it again. My boobs have launched a thousand ships. My boobs cause angels to sing. My boobs are so amazing, the pope blessed them once.
My boobs challenge Ashlee’s boobs to a caged deathmatch.
My boobs will win.
My boobs are so beautiful that they bring tears to the eyes of men. My boobs are so pure and good and wonderous that they could bring about world peace, if they really wanted to. My boobs are going to run for president in the year 2024, and what’s more, they will win, for the glory of my boobs is one that crosses all party lines; my boobs appeal to everyone in every political party, both the left and the right! My boobs are like the holy trinity, only there’s two of them. My boobs are like a shining beacon of hope, welcoming all of humanity into a new age of love and understanding. My boobs’ favorite holiday is Arbor Day. My boobs want to be your friend.
That’s wonderful, darling, but lots of boobs have run for president and won. 
My darling Marcie will not accept having her breasts referred to as “tits” or “boobs.” She insists they be referred to as “perfect breasts.” She is right, too; her breasts are perfect in every way. No one else has perfect breasts even though they might think they do. Ashlee’s breasts don’t even come close.
Hokay-enough of this unsubstantiated clamor. Hook up the webcams, ladies-send me your links and we’ll have an SDMB Boobathon to crown the finest (oYo) rack in the land.
Oy! The things I do in the name of science! 