Yeah, there’s a big difference between being clueless and being evil. Maybe someone could clue him in.
Oh, I agree. But unfortunately, that’s not always the case. It’s easy to say,
“Hey, stop feelnig bad about how you look, and start feeling good about how you are!” but for someone to just up and do it after years of low self esteem from low body perception is not easy. And there are plenty of women who had a breast augmentation and did have an increased self esteem. But, of course, there are also women who it did nothing for, and women that felt worse after getting them, so it’s really a gamble if a woman decides to get them.
Another vote for “jerk”.
I like boobies. As long as they’re attached to a woman, they’re a-ok with me.
She needs to kick the man in the nuts and dump his ass in the nearest gutter, immediately. His attitude speaks volumes; I can’t see how this is a healthy relationship.
Some of us think a B cup is more than enough. It’s pretty far from “flat.” She has to get away from his poisonous influence, as soon as possible.
First: husband is an ass. I bet he isn’t big enough every where either, ass.
That said: what constitutes “flat” depends entirely on the body shape of the woman. On a very petite woman (say about 100 lbs), a full B might look huge. On a 175 lb woman, that same B is going to look tiny.
I like having big boobs (38 D, ftr) and if tomorrow they shrank down to a B- I’d freak out. If for whatever reason that happened, I would get implants. Then again, if my boobs shot up to JJ tomorrow (like my mom’s did after she had me…and they stayed), those suckers would be lopped off quicker than you say, “big, huge boobies.”
So it all varies. If she wants implants because SHE wants them- even if it is for some lame, vain issue- rock on. If she is doing it to appease her husband, not so good.
Simple solution (for one woman, anyway): Send her to me! 
I don’t care how flat she is! 
The gentlemanly (and true for me) is anything she’s comfortable showing. I can only imagine how disorienting it would be to wake up one day with a pair of Bs and a hearty set of C or Ds the next.
Personally I’m not crazy about big ‘uns because they scare me and to often are just plain disturbingly unattractive. B-C might be attractive or not depending on the rest of the package. AAs are always acceptable and more often than not the wimmin I find most attractive tend to be more sensibly endowed anyway. What matters to me is…well…if I’m messin’ with 'em, is their owner waiting patiently for me to finish and move on to something else? or is this fun for everyone? I’ve heard a lot of wimmin talk about penes the same way–size may or may not matter for selfish reasons (I know one woman who was rather fond of her lover’s 3" wonder wand), but if they don’t get to interact with it at all then who really cares?
Your friend’s hubby seems a bit selfish–like sex is all about him. And it probably is at this point if he’s into humiliating her in public.
:dubious:
If her brains are showing, she has much more important things to take care of as far as surgery is concerned than breast embiggening…
and, as others have indicated, the husband is being a dick. Perhaps he needs smaller hands? Or to stand closer? maybe a smaller mouth?
34B is just perfect for my taste (as a male). I’ve dated women from nearly boobless to overly boobified, and the size of their breasts was not a factor getting us together or sending us apart. I enjoyed them all (differently), but equally well.
I would never ask or want my gf to enlarge her boobs, but if she decided independently that she would feel better or sexier with bigger ones, I would enjoy those, too.
It’s not the size, it’s the attachment.
This reminds me of a funny story. Another friend of mine told me that she married her husband because she met him while she was wearing tight jeans, a tight t-shirt, and a baseball cap with a Mensa logo… and he ogled the cap.
Anything below a natural D cup, and I’m outta there. 
Anything unnatural, and I’m outta there.
I do think think there’s been a lot of “inflation” in the numbers considered acceptable. With the rampant occurence of implants on otherwise slender celebrities and the growing waistlines of the average American woman (which is usually, tho’ not always, accompanied by a larger bustline), “normal” seems to be much larger now days. Look at “babes” in shows and movies from the pre-implant. A C cup was considered stacked and a D cup was huge.
The husband sounds like a jerk but I can see how compared to other women he might think a 34B is small.
“Come on baby, I want you to get your titties done for me.”
“Sure honey. Then I want you to get your balls done for me.”
Paraphrased from Robin Williams, Live on Broadway
Although you have a point, I’m not entirely sure that this is completely the case anymore. The young, hot celebs are losing their boobs as quickly as possible (usually along with tremendous weight loss).
Cite:
Jessica Simpson (not the best photographic examples, sorry!). Her father :dubious: has gone on record saying she had double d’s when she was 16. She’s recently said her chest has gone down a couple cup sizes with her weight loss.
Ms. Simpson, pre weight loss
Of course there is also Ms. Lohan and Ms. Richie, who went from being quite busty to this. (Links to Deansplanet.com-- rotating ads may be NSFW).
My point is that (right now, at least) large chests aren’t “in”. But that really has been the norm in fashion since…forever.
She needs another husband. Not bigger breasts.
My pure sexist male opinion is that augmented breasts almost always look terrible (in the nude).
Well, I guess it’s a good thing for both of us that you never dated me. :rolleyes:
I read this without the colon and thought “We can only hope.”
To put down his wife in front of others? What the hell does she see in him anyway? I’ll bet she thought it was her idea. That was probably her husband’s plan from the get-go.
My question is, if she does get implants, what’s next? A nose job? Angeline Jolie lips? Liposuction to get rid of that embarrassing cellulite? And how come now one has ever called Jerkboy on his nasty comments? And can she not slam back with a comment about the length of his “equipment?” I’ll bet he won’t find that friendly joking.
I don’t suppose you could introduce Petite Teutons to Mensa Cap, could you? Sounds like Mensa Cap knows how to pick a man.
Not just a gamble for self-esteem: it is a major surgery, and some common complications are loss of sensation in the nipples or hardening of the breasts. I’m a small B/large A (thank goodness for half-cup sizing), and those two possibilities alone make augmentation not worth it for me. I want to enjoy my breasts as much as my lover does, thankyouverymuch.
I think that any woman should be able to feel happy with a cup size of at least B or greater. However, I’m not in her shoes either, and if a woman is genuinely unhappy with her ample B or C cups, I would say to her:
A) “Are you serious? You look fine. Get the hell over it.” (If she were, for example, my sister.)
or
B) "Honey, you don’t need breast implants. You look absolutely beautiful the way you are. (If she were, for example, my wife or girlfriend.)
followed by
C) “But if you really want it, go for it. Who am I to stand between you and happiness?”
and
D) “You need to be serious about this though if it’s what you want. Is this what you really want?”
closing with:
DD) “You know I like you as you are now, but whatever you choose to do will be fine with me.”
(This part of the conversation will require staunch intestinal fortitude and possible bluffing ability as the suspect is laid under barrage by a series of questions as to the attractiveness of the body of the woman in question)
and as a prologue,
DDD) a subtle and prolonged lobbying campaign to suggest she get the implants if I really thought they’d make her look better.
I had one patient years ago with whom I addressed this issue extensively. She was an ‘almost A’ cup, and frankly she was just plain flat chested. When she nursed her kids, she had discernable breast tissue, but not a lot. When she stopped, she went back to really having no visible breasts at all.
It had been an issue for her all her life, and she didn’t like to appear in swimsuits, or any sort of clothing that was revealing at all. She knew it wasn’t logical or rational, and that she should just accept how she was, but she really wanted to look different. Fortunately her husband accepted her as she was, and never pressured her. I chatted with them together and her by herself off and on over the years about breast augmentation, and its pros and cons.
Finally, after realizing she wouldn’t be nursing any kids anymore, she was the one who opted to have breast augmentation. I referred her to a Plastics guy I trusted, and she chose a B cup, and had the procedure without incident. I lost track of her after a few years, but in the initial 3 years after the procedure she said it was the best decision she ever made for herself, that she was finally able to get past some of her hangups, and that she was very happy. She said the discomfort and sensation loss was all more than worth it.
I ran into her about 9 months ago, now about 10 years after the procedure, and she looks great, dresses fashionably but not revealingly, and she says she’s still happy with her decision.
Basically there’s no “one right answer” to this question. But it can be a good choice for a lot of people.