Oh, no, sorry dude! It wasn’t you. It’s a fair number of other guys in this thread. Or on the SDMB in general, really.
Amen! It’s like I wrote the post above.
I am wearing a turtleneck today. No cleavage. But it fits correctly so my boobs are prominent. I got a comment from my hubby and one of my coworkers that it makes my boobs look awesome. And it does. Feel free to take a look. Enjoy. But when I come to you for something business related, you had better be ready to work with me and not be too busy ogling.
(Of course, I am also guilty of checking out the tushes and other nice parts of all the men at the office so maybe I am just a weirdo.)
The only time I get squicked by too much male attention is when coworkers get all touchy. Seriously, get your arm off my shoulders. Not my waist either. Did you just touch my face? Eeewww.
This x1000.
Is it cold in your parent’s basement?
You know what that means, perky nipples! And you know what that means? He’s yours for the taking.
You do realize that this skit is satire right?
It’s really very simple. If the boobs aren’t talking to you, don’t talk to the boobs.
Pah ha ha I forgot that skit! But your line sums up the whole thread, wish you’d dropped that off around post #2. Perfect!
Thank you.
Actually, a chickee is a Seminole hut. Just as Lakota lived in tipis, Lenape in wigwams, Iroquois in longhouses, and Navajo in hogans, so do the Seminole inhabit chickees.
But “mid drift”? What? Maybe if you said “I attacked the snow with the snowblower in mid drift!” it would make some sense.
Is saraya’s post for real or is it supposed to be a parody of the type of guy we’re talking about? Because for the life of me and my fellow chickees, I’m sure we can’t take that ridiculous shit seriously. Bwahahahaha!
I was talking about this thread with a friend and it reminded me of something -
Way back, I had a dress similiar to this one, but not quite so low cut. 1940’s vintage, lace over satin. It made me look like an adult woman instead of a teenage boy or kid playing dress-up.
I wore it to work and got compliments on how professinal I looked.
I wore it on dates and got compliments on how elegant I looked.
I wore it to family events and my mother almost fainted in relief.
One guy I knew called it the “Fuck Me” dress. Every time. Yelling. “Hey everyone, Pye’s wearing her FUCK ME dress again. The FUCK ME dress. She wants a FUCK because she’s wearing the FUCK ME dress.”
Eventually the other guys must have hit him with a clue-by-four or his wife shut him up.
To this day he will believe that I was wearing that dress for one reason only, and it’s the only reason that I’d never have considered, because no-one else saw the dress (or me) in that way.
Oh yeah. He was handsome enough, and much wealthier that me, and a complete creep.
Take a look at her posting history. It’s really quite impressive. I’d lock up any firearms beforehand, though, because a face full of lead starts to look mighty tempting after reading a couple of those.
I worked in foodservice for part of my college years. The uniform consisted of a polo shirt that could not be unbuttoned far enough to even suggest cleavage, let alone show it, and a pair of work pants a la Dickies. Nothing tight, revealing, or even flattering, and I still got that kind of look from more than a few regular customers. There are some guys who can’t interact with other humans without being creepy.
I live in an area with a lot of retirees, and I have to watch out more carefully about what I wear when Snowbird Season hits. Why? Every third septuagenarian man will say something highly inappropriate just because I have big tits and there’s no way to hide them. I’ve even gotten it while wearing a baggy t-shirt and frumpy loose pants that hide my curves as best as can be done without a burka. Can’t I go to the grocery store without being harassed about the way I look?
That said, I’m in agreement with a lot of the women in this thread; the clothes are usually not to titilate males, but simply to have appropriate clothes for the situation. At work, I usually avoid cleavage, but occasionally something doesn’t fit quite right one day and cleavage happens. When I’m not at work, I’m less concerned about not showing cleavage, but I should be able to wear a tank top or a v-neck t-shirt without having someone talking to my chest or coming up to me and flirting/ogling because they think I’m there for their pleasure.
This thread is funny.
It’s really not that hard. I’m a bloke, I like boobs. I work with a lot of women (in fact i have a lot of them working for me) and leering, staring, ogling is just not acceptable. In fact the only time it’s borderline acceptable is just after you slipped a $20 into her garter as she leaned forward on the strippers podium.
Fine to appreciate the shape and form of a nice set of titties, just as much as it is a pretty face, nice arse, nice legs… just don’t stare. Take in the picture, move on. In a meeting with someone, talk to her eyes not her nipples or cleavage.
The wandering up behind someone who’s seated trying to get a sneak peak down the top is truly the act of the desperado and furtive public toilet masturbator.
As far as why women wear certain clothes goes, Not going near that one. I assume that they wear what they like, think suits them, and is appropriate for the environment they’re going to. I’ve gone well past the delusion that every woman finds me irresistible and is just waiting for the opportunity to slip me a peek at some nip followed by her phone number.
So women fell uncomfortable having someone they have little to no attraction to leering at their boobs like a snake at a mouse, and may make adjustments.
No shit sherlock.:rolleyes:
Glad there are a couple men who actually get it. The rest of yous… damn. Can’t you for once drop that thick-headed obtuseness you’re displaying and actually try to understand what women go through every damn day? Can’t you get it through your brains that women’s clothes are not about you? That women have their own lives to live that do not revolve around you? That we just want to get through the day without being creeped on?
Thank you.
Most men actually get it. It’s one of the reasons we know that it isn’t hard wired and “I can’t help myself” is a lame excuse. 95% of the men I interact with and have for years have managed to deal with me and my large chest without making me uncomfortable. Do they notice? I’m pretty sure they do.
I haven’t read all of this thread, but after skimming through it I thought of two things. First, to answer Green Elf’s question, it seems likely to me that some people, particularly young women, like to push the boundaries of propriety in regard to the exposing of their bodies. But this is a delicate matter and it also seems likely that anyone pushing the boundaries of propriety may sometimes feel they have gone too far. This feeling of going too far may be dependent on the circumstances. I can see this happening subconsciously.
My second point: I believe that many people in our society feel there is something morally wrong with looking at another person in certain contexts and that as a result of this many people feel uncomfortable or angry or fearful, when they realize they are being looked at in those contexts. However, I also believe that this feeling that there is something morally wrong with looking at another person and thus the discomfort, anger or fear associated with that belief is not something inborn and natural to the human species, but is something generated by social norms. I am not saying that those feelings are not real nor am I saying that they are wrong (feelings are always real and never wrong), but I am saying that they are not natural in the sense of being inborn.
Tom,
Well, yeah. Horny doesn’t even come into it. Incredibly distracting is more the case. Trying to have a conversation with someone with very nice assets and a shirt with one or two less buttons buttoned than is generally reasonable is like trying to have a conversation with someone wearing a blinky button that keeps flashing in your eyes. Sure, any reasonable person can do it, but it really is quite distracting. I can have an easy conversation with this woman while noting her blessings. With her there would be a minimum 30% of my attention that would be devoted to eye contact, and god forbid I were to zone out.
That was exactly my point. You don’t have sympathy because you aren’t wired like we are. This does not excuse anyone leering or, god forbid, making inappropriate comments. But, if you are sitting at a table with someone and completely turn off your thoughts, what are you going to do? Do you twirl your hair in your finger? Maybe play with a napkin? Have a default expression on your face that is different than you would intend? If many of us mentally tune out we would find our eyes drifting chestward.
Of course I behave myself, and unlike Saraya am not giving anyone shit. Ogling is behaving like an ass. I have had similar conversations to this with female friends (several of whom have been gifted by nature) and they all note that they wish people would not constantly look, just like I do not. The thing is that I actually am constantly looking; I am just very discrete as you should be.
I don’t buy it. You have enough manners and self control to avoid staring at your mom’s tits when she’s talking, right?
Labeling your shameless fixation a “distraction” that you blame on your target is offensive as hell.
“The boundaries of propriety”? Hilarious. Tell me more, Cotton Mather.
This is tiresome. I don’t leer at or ogle women’s boobs. Well actually I do ogle and leer at one woman’s boobs, and I get to do a lot more with those. But I’m not doing that to yours, and I’m not responsible through the transitive power of maleness for all those guys who do. And some women (surely no Doper women) are playing a game where they’re putting on a show for some guys, and considering other guys creeps, for looking at exactly the same thing. I don’t have to keep my eyes locked on yours, just because I see everything in front of me doesn’t mean I’m staring at your chest. Stop blaming all guys for the bad behavior of some, and stop confusing bad behavior on the part of men to your own discomfort with your body.
Actually I think a lot of men are creeps and understand why this bothers you, but I gotta show solidarity with the brotherhood.