On small breasts
In an effort to boost my traffic, I am writing about breasts today. Small breasts. But breasts nonetheless
As did the NY Times recently, in a piece about a new trend: lingerie stores that cater to and celebrate the less-endowed woman.
I’ll keep a respectful silence about my own particular form; that much traffic I’m not seeking. But back when I was a dancer, I observed that small-breasted women had it sort of good, at least in the ballet and fashion world. Their bodies created a better line for both dance and the display of fashionable clothing.
And I never understood the later trend towards implants, especially of the perfectly round variety, a shape that does not exist in nature for the human female breast but has become a standard of sorts. When you view enough of these orange- or grapefruit-like objects in catalogs such as Victoria’s Secret which purport to show the ideal female body, the unreal becomes the sought-after, unobtainable except through surgery.
Men being men, there’s a certain tendency I’ve noticed for larger breasts to be considered better—at least, up to a point (pun unintended). But men also being men, there’s a certain tendency I’ve also noticed for a pretty wide range of more-than-acceptable possibilities for the desirable female form.
And speaking of wide ranges, there is actually a website dedicated to photos of unenhanced, non-surgically altered female breasts. It’s not meant to be prurient, although some might certainly find it so. It’s meant to demonstrate to girls growing up in the age of the ubiquitous implant what a natural breast actually looks like, so they don’t get the idea that theirs are abnormal. That’s what it’s come to.
[NOTE: You might enjoy Nora Ephron’s comic 1975 meditation on her own small-breast woes. I especially love this sentence; a perfect description of the bathing suits I recall from the late 50s and early 60s:
That was the era when you could lay an uninhabited bathing suit on the beach and someone would make a pass at it. ]
I have had to:
plead
beg
assure
state with clarity that I won’t like them
say it again
and again
and again
because my girlfriend of 2 years who is 48 believes that she should get implants.
I said:
I love them
I like them soft
they are feminine
I’m not a breast man and now I am because of you
he – that was a good one – flew right off my tongue…
I don’t know WHAT it is. So many of her friends have had implants… and she thinks she must also.
——————
Don’t get started on the laser surgery on the face topic. She’s beautiful and yet she wants it done.
As long as woman’s breast reach her body, they’re big enough
I have huge breasts. Really. As I grow older, they sag more and more. In fact, if I tried to play volley ball without a bra, I would probably beat myself to death. All of my life, I have longed for small perky breasts. Perky.
when you check out ancient fertility statuettes, the fullness seems to be just as often in the hip/thigh/adbdominal area, though as I recall there are plenty of examples with outsized breasts.
Nevertheless, the fascination with plump women may not be entirely confined to their breasts, as well it might not be a phenomenon brought about by the advent of implants.
In an effort to boost my traffic, I am writing about breasts today.
Unfortunately I’m tired and I have a headache.
I hear ya Terrye.
During younger years, it’s hard to find shirts that fit well. There’s a reason that fashion models are flat-chested..clothes simply look better on that kind of frame.
And of course, in later years..well, let’s just illustrate with a few modifications to that old children’s song:
“Do your _____ hang low, do they wobble to and fro? Can you tie them in a knot, can you tie them in a bow? Can you throw them o’ your shoulder like a continental soldier….”
Definitely overrated.
In an effort to boost my traffic, I am writing about breasts today.
um…there arent any pictures…
Im just saying…
The meeting of the Itty bitty titty committee will now come to disorder over the events connected to the over the shoulder boulder holder factory…
🙂
“What I Believe.”
I believe in rainbows and puppy dogs and fairy tales.
And I believe in the family – Mom and Dad and Grandma.. and Uncle Tom, who waves his penis.
And I believe 8 of the 10 Commandments.
And I believe in going to church every Sunday, unless there’s a game on.
And I believe that sex is one of the most beautiful, wholesome and natural things.. that money can buy.
And I believe it’s derogatory to refer to a woman’s breasts as “boobs”, “jugs”, “winnebagos” or “golden bozos”.. and that you should only refer to them as “hooters”.
And I believe you should put a woman on a pedestal.. high enough so you can look up her dress.
And I believe in equality, equality for everyone.. no matter how stupid they are, or how much better I am than they are.
And, people say I’m crazy for believing this, but I believe that robots are stealing my luggage.
And I believe I made a mistake when I bought a 30-story 1-bedroom apartment.
And I believe the Battle of the Network Stars should be fought with guns.
And I believe that Ronald Reagan can make this country what it once was – an arctic region covered with ice.
And, lastly, I believe that of all the evils on this earth, there is nothing worse than the music you’re listening to right now.
That’s what I believe. [Steve Martin]
I learned, in college, iirc, that when it comes to look-don’t-touch-but-you-can-dream, secondary sexual characteristics are exaggerated in art, in selection of the stars (Jayne Mansfield, Playboy playmates), and surgery).
There used to be a pinup artist with remarkably life-like drawings of fantastically beautiful women. I think he was featured on a number of aircraft in WW II and had a long career after that. Can’t remember the name. Speaking of “long”, a person with too little to do measured the legs of this guy’s creations and found them to be at least one-third longer than the average woman’s leg and longer but not as much as any woman’s leg ever known (in proportion to the torso).
Once people get together, ahem, much of that becomes irrelevant.
The breast thing is interesting. It’s been my observation that men don’t really seem to care all that much one way or the other. Perhaps I’m wrong, but they usually seem happy just to have a girlfriend. Women though often obsess about them. So many of my friends have had breast implants. Maybe if you’re an actress or a bartender or something it’s necessary.
… “winnebagos”, now that’s “Art” (pun intended) and good for my personal best laugh of the day; in any case I’ll take brains over breasts any day; unless it’s a nice chicken dinner, in which case I’m definitely a dark-meat thigh man (no pun intended, hmmm)…
All variations of breast can seem ideal depending on the general attraction to the woman they’re attached to.
Cosmo magazine should go ahead and send me a check for that insight into what men really think.
Neo:
Hmm. I guess your comment means we can forget about the possibility of you posting a shot of your chest cavity with the obligatory fruit in front of it.
Well here’s to breasts of all sizes. Personally speaking, I find nothing transforms or informs my estimation of a woman’s physical appearance more than the contents of her heart.
Adrian
Let’s be more inclusive here: as the author of the article at the link says, “While breasts have been an object of male obsession for ages, more and more men are becoming fixated on a specific pair: their own.”
http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/living/2003849759_malebreasts26.html
I do seem to recall the media’s obsession with Obama’s “gleaming pecs” and their fascination with his appearance in a bathing suit. Maybe the style-setter in the WH needs to make Kramer’s “bro” a must-have for the well-dressed guy.
Almost there, Best size, Copious quantity, Damn, or Double-Damn size – they’re all good!
I would never hold a woman’s breast size against her.
I prefer she hold them against me!
(Well, actually only my wifey these days…lol)
This topic is indeed a cheesy means of gaining attention, but I’ll bite.
Great idea for a thread,Neo.
Richard Aubrey said, “There used to be a pinup artist with remarkably life-like drawings of fantastically beautiful women.”
Were you referring to Alberto Vargas, Richard?
The “Vargas Girls” were the first pinups I ever saw. They did give one an impression of sensual beauty that could be equalled by only a few women. The breasts were always firm, uplifted, and pointed. Again, quite unrealistic for the breasts of more mature women without surgical intervention.
There is a gallery of some of his drawings here:
http://www.sensual-arts.com/inspiration/variousartists/pinuparts/classicpu/vargas/vargas.htm
Sorry, but neo brought it up.
Julia NYC comes close to what is reality. One only needs to look around in their local communities to see the women men actually marry. Yes we are very quick to notice and just as quick to move on to something else that interests us. We are at first drawn to women by certain looks, and a beautiful outgoing smile cannot be underestimated, and a certain carriage. That further defines itself on other factors as we become more serious. Looks are a starting point.
Women just need to be happy with who they are and exhibit that happiness and in most cases they will not have any problem finding men who will be happy with them. It is you we marry and not just your body parts. We are not that shallow.
I must be getting older……
The very fact that men are so fond of them (breasts) should suggest to women that they (men) are content with a wide range of shapes and sizes.
Unfortunately, men’s practicality is offset by women’s obsessiveness in this matter. In a country abundantly blessed with beautiful women, Brazil, there are routine shortages of breast implants prostheses. Yet, tell a woman you like her and them (breasts) just as they are is, and it’s like talking to a boob.
I have a dream…..that one day a woman will be measured by the content of her character and not the size of her cup.
Funny. When I wrote about this article, I stuck to the
strange word choice in the article.
Feel free to attribute my choice of subjects to good taste, cowardice, or whatever else makes sense to you. (FWIW, I am a very heterosexual guy.)
JJ.
That’s right. Vargas. Pinupist since at least WW II. Recall a reference to him in my father’s division history.
Breasts: seen one, ya wanna see ’em all.
I’m 65 – and I like ’em small, always have liked ’em small, and have always suspected size fetishists of having, ah, weaning issues. Still, pretty’s what counts. Good health, good muscle tone and good posture all pretty much make the difference.
Also, plastiboobs are an anathema. I was single throughout the ’70s, so as you can imagine I’ve seen my share of nekkid ladies (and loved it, of course.) I’ve only encountered breast implants a couple of times, and on me they functioned as effective birth control. Yech.
I wont tell the circumstances, but as a young teen, i got to know Harry Reems (to our family we knew him as herbie), and a very interesting woman by the name of chesty morgan… )
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chesty_Morgan
Unlike many of the modern adult entertainment stars with large breasts, Morgan’s were not augmented with implants. According to the 1988 edition of Guinness Movie Facts & Feats, her bust measurement is the largest on record for a film star.
i met her in the early 70s…
Morgan continued performing until the late 1980s. After Doris Wishman revolved two sexploitation 1970s films around Morgan’s very large breasts, clips from those films were featured in John Waters’ 1994 film, Serial Mom. Waters also wrote a role for Morgan in his never-made feature Flamingos Forever.
here is an image of her from the movie
Dangerous Weapons…
http://www.popmatters.com/columns/gibron/images/060606.jpg
THE OUTRé‰ OEUVRE: Big Girl Blues
http://www.popmatters.com/columns/gibron/060606.shtml
When one glances at the hierarchy of blond bombshells, she is nowhere to be found. One reason may be that her platinum locks looked more dishwater than dreamy. As an actress she was awkward and artificial. She couldn’t hold a winded candle to Marilyn Monroe, and made both of Norma Jean’s wicked wannabes – Mamie Van Doren and Jayne Mansfield – appear positively majestic. Perhaps the only title she had a legitimate claim to was queen of the natural rack, since her size 77FF breasts literally defined the concept of a human oddity. Yet even with an endowment the size of a Harvard academic chair, a young scrumptious upstart named Uschi Digart robbed her of that tantalizing tit title – at least in the hearts of most exploitation fans.
she is long gone now
never met her or ‘herbie’ (or his kids) again…
heck, it would be years before i was old enough legally to see what herbie did for a living, and didnt find that out till later anyway.
the grateful dead says it best about my life:
“what a long strange trip its been”
Art;
Your list from Steve Martin forgot “bodacious tatas.”
Courtesy of “An Officer and A Gentleman.”
Richard Aubrey asked the name of a WWII pinup artist, and J.J. suggested Vargas. Another possibility is Petty, [George Brown Petty IV (27 April 1894 — 21 July 1975)]. Regardless, as someone above said, the serious question is who the items are attached to.
A larger question for me (though the answer might be similarly simple) is why some beautiful women choose the men they do?
Alberto Vargas was not the only one… but i think he was the one whose style resonated with the advertising at the time…
One of the most popular early pin-up girls was Betty Grable. Her poster was ubiquitous in the lockers of G.I.’s during World War II. Other pin-ups were artwork, often depicting idealized versions of what some thought a particularly beautiful or attractive woman should look like. An early example of the latter type was the Gibson girl, drawn by Charles Dana Gibson. The genre also gave rise to several well-known artists specializing in the field, including Alberto Vargas, Gil Elvgren, and George Petty, and numerous lesser artists, such as Art Frahm.
List of pin-up artists
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_pinup_artists
Today, a man can lose his job and his company fined millions if someone put up a Vargas. (or Hajime Sorayama, or Olivia, both more modern artists with one of their styles being similar).
why some beautiful women choose the men they do?
they want what they cant have more than they have what they want…
Got milk?
Rita Rudner the comedienne had a funny, though somewhat mean spirited take on the whole thing. She said “the bigger the breasts the dumber the man”. Which was perhaps not fair, but was pretty funny.
All this talk about being slim enough, butt too big, breasts perky, latest fashion has nothing to do with the way men perceive women they want to hook up with.
That’s all about women competing with women.
And since you started it neo, I’ll say it. I like titties. Big, small, perky, puffy, hangers, or mosquito bites it makes no difference.
A pretty girl, with a sharp mind and healthy attitude and I’m off to the races.
julia nyc,
You’re right about Rita Rudner’s mean-spiritedness, but my, is that gal funny.
Another of hers went “I like my coffee like I like my men.
Weak, and bitter.”
And speaking of bitter, in response to “why some beautiful women choose the men they do……”
A. While immature (at whatever age,) to compete with their girlfriends.
B. Money.
Paul Desmond, the alto saxophonist with the Dave Brubeck quartet, was noted for squiring around young beauties. When asked whatever happened to them, his reply was “Those chicks always marry some cat that owns a factory. That’s the way it always ends – not with a whim but a banker.”
Badoom.
I like my wife’s. I was there when they were young and loved them then. I watched them fulfill their natural function giving a good start to our four babies. Good job on that, and they still had time to play now and then. I love them now when they’ve gotten older. My wife claims they hit her in the knees if she’s not careful. They don’t, but they have earned their place of honor in my book.
Artfldgr Says:
September 9th, 2010 at 8:13 pm
Ah, yes. Art Frahm.
Forgot to say: Keep clicking “Next”.
This is Lileks at his best. F’ing hilarious.
Keep an eye out for the celery.
Well, mine are small, take ’em or leave ’em.
Turns out, the Right Guy took ’em. Along with what they were hung on (I know, ).
Happy yesterday, happy today, happy tomorrow too. 🙂
There was a “groan” in there, after the “I know.” Don’t know where it went. Oh well.
The sexiest woman I ever, um, wooed, was flatter than I–and I am by no means tubby–but her nipples were quite sialogically large. I’ve occasionally watched a few minutes of those TV programmes which feature “extreme makeovers”: oftentimes, women with shapely but not large breasts would have them transformed by plastic surgery into large, symmetrical, conventionally-Hollywood boobs which, to me at least, were unappealing and never an improvement.
Oops, sialogically above should, of course, be sialagogically.
I prefer small ones, I find fake ones grotesque, natural is always best. This is funny but NSFW with the audience participation 🙂
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=16cWiWj–8E
I think most guys are face men.
Just 45? 45 measly comments for such a sure-fire topic?
Oh, men.
I’m thirsty…
Wow, checked out that 007 site, its sad that so many women tie their self esteem to breast size, while not a news flash, it sucks reading the personal stories. Society blew this one big time.
I hardly know what to say, except that that nothing that anyone says on this topic will make the slightest difference. This is a true wilderness of mirrors, where you never really know where you stand. There is what you think, and then there is what people think about what you think, then what people think about how you think makes them feel about themselves, and so on ad infinitum.
But perhaps that merely says that it is more an issue for analysis among women. Among men, it is merely a matter of taste, and there is no accounting for that.
I grew up in the late ’60s, which is maybe why I’m a leg man. Never much cared about breasts. My wife has tiny breasts, no wastage there. She’s obsessed with breasts and can’t understand why I’m not.
” Drink water from your own cistern, And fresh water from your own well. Should your springs be dispersed abroad, Streams of water in the streets?
Let them be yours alone, And not for strangers with you. Let your fountain be blessed, And rejoice in the wife of your youth. As a loving hind and a graceful doe, Let her breasts satisfy you at all times; Be exhilarated always with her love. For why should you, my son, be exhilarated with an adulteress, And embrace the bosom of a foreigner? For the ways of a man are before the eyes of the LORD, And He watches all his paths.”
Proverbs 5:15-21 New American Standard Translation.
OK, guys. I’d better put my 2 cents here.
You’re lucky, Neo.
I, however… have a double-F cup.
Guys – don’t pant.
It was manageable a few years ago, when it was at least a D. But then, childbirth and nursing changed all that. Nowadays, I’m trying to lose weight and improve posture because of two herniated disks that need to be controlled. But making sure the core of the body is as fit as possible can be difficult with a set that is too big for the frame. I’ve lost some weight, but the “girls”… well… have not.
I’m under physical therapy for my spine. The PT has already identified the upper back as a potential trouble region for me, and she has told me exactly why. It is even worse to try to ignore it when I try to do core Pilates and realize I cannot rise myself from the floor during a couple of those moves because of that weight. If I want a healthy spine, I have to make sure I have the strength to keep a good posture. Having a huge chest doesn’t help.
To have the bra straps dig a little into the shoulder skin is a side-effect.
That is why I think women like Pamela Anderson truly don’t understand what they’re doing to their bodies with those humongous implants.
There was recently a woman here in Houston who wanted to make it into a Brazilian version of the Guinnes book of world records by having 38-HHH (Yes: you read that right) implants on her. When I saw that picture of here on the local TV station, I knew she was acting like a total fool. Such a small frame for such big bags of plastic with silicone. All for vanity’s sake.
Only, that the implants didn’t work: they leaked and caused an infection in her bloodstream. Doctors told her she might have to have her real “ones” removed as well. Yeah: small “boobs” may save her life. Go figure.
Again, if you’re a woman and have “pears” instead of “cantaloupes”, consider yourself lucky. That’s better than to have a pair of “bowling balls” attached to your body. And your back and spine will thank you, too.
Big isn’t always better and small isn’t always prettier. I’ve dated women with large breast and women with small breast and it’s never the breast size that is the primary reason for asking them out.
For those interested in pinup artist:
Pinups
http://www.thepinupfiles.com/
newton – I am close to you in size at a double D. I don’t have back problems so far and am trying to lose weight as well. I used to run and play lots of sports but that is harder now and I don’t like it that regardless of what kind of sport bra I wear that things still move around too much and I end up a bit sore.
Implants?? Hell no!!! Since my kids are all grown and things just seem to keep gettting bigger, I have actually thought about having reduction surgery but cannot bring myself to do it. I guess I will just deal with what God saw fit to gift me with. And my husband seems to like me this way. 😉
However, I am SOOOOOOO tired of not being able to find button up shirts that fit over the girls properly. I know that there are clothing makers who make tops to fit larger busts but they are also very expensive.
Smaller chested women are indeed lucky!!
All I am going to say on the subject is that variety is the spice of life.
I only date women who are natural “D” and above. It is simply what I like, and the rest of a woman’s carriage is usually a good enough tell if they are real or not. I also like my women to be, successful, sweet, etc., and this is just one several check marks I look for, but an important one. And I do find them, but I have to be patient.
I have dated really nice girls who were petite, but I keep going back to what I like, so that is what I do.
One of Spider Robinson’s novels — Time Pressure, I believe it was — had a character address this issue and immediately dismiss it, saying “you can’t compare tits”. It’s repeated a few times in the novel, always with emphatic agreement.
The unstated argument is: little ones are great, average is also great, big ones are great. Different kids of great, but all great. Thanks to God for giving us guys so much to look at.
(Speaking of which: Spider Robinson is also the guy who wrote “The reason God gave women buttocks is because, sooner or later, they do have to walk away from us, and at least this way there’s some consolation”.)
Ladies, be happy with what you have. The guys are very happy with what you have. If you must have surgery (in either direction), do it for yourself, not for anyone else.
with great respect indeed,
Daniel in Brookline
Sorry, that should have been “different kinds of great”…
Had a friend in college who was beautiful in the conventional sense, eyes, smile, legs, narrow waist, and an oversized chest. She dressed against it afaik every time she went out the door. Ephron’s pre-stressed bathing suit, while not by any means a burka, was probably more in line with her intent when swimming than items available today.
She had said, obliquely, that the top gave her various kinds of social trouble. Guys treating her as a person for somewhat less time than she thought appropriate. Stuff like that.
Ran into her at a reunion, after forty years. Still had the figure. Apparently it could be deployed at strategic moments and was not to be done away with. Or perhaps she did not care for the knife.
An interesting dichotomy:
Fashion, mostly directed towards women seems to have one standard: tall, skinny, small breasts, small butt.
Porn, mostly directed towards men, has a wider variety of shapes: curvy, skinny, short, tall, small breasts and big breasts. Yes, there are fake boobs, but there is also a huge market for natural breasts.
I always found that porn represents the female body better than mainstream fashion.
Nancy.
The guess is that porn is directed by and at het men.
Clothing designs not so much.
Lesson there, someplace.
Ya need the right equipment to manage yer breasts:
http://www.shockabsorber.co.uk/bounceometer/shock.html
This topic is probably dead, but this link shows that Neo isn’t the only one using this surefire method of generating traffic.
http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/3131839/Bras-support-mums-melons.html
I’ll probably get my tit in a wringer for saying this but, small breasts are appealing. I have known women who by design are small breasted in proportion. In fact some have no more than a nipple that protrudes profusely and not an ounce of bounce, but which are extremely sensitive to the touch and stimulation.
Actress Natalie Portman is also a wonderful example of the beauty that is displayed by a flat chested women accompanied by her long swanny neck.
It has been my experience, that foreplay with a pair of tiny titty’s can be quite arousing for the female at hand and very much the button that turns the oven on.
There is nothing more beautiful than a geometrically chiseled female face with a petite slightly mis proportioned body, demonstrably flat chested tending to be of ballerina quality. Accompanied by small but powerful well rounded buttocks that can be gently swooped up and laid to rest upon satin sheets and pillows. In preparation for an evening of shear sensual enjoyment and gratification.
In any case I am one for the real deal as a meal ,not a tire with an inner tube nor a pair of Guernsey milkers that you can’t git a grip on.
I have small breasts, and my husband loves them. He says they are perfect.
I WISH I wasn’t as endowed as I am– it would be nice to have the *option* to go bra-less on weekends, at home, without inviting pain.
Neo, you may be interested in this: Australia is banning exploitation…of small boobs.
http://theweek.com/article/index/105766/Australias_small_breast_ban
Not the original link I heard of, I found out because a buddy in the PI had her guy warned that he might not want to show pictures of her in cute outfits, because he might get nabbed under the rule. (they’re safe for work outfits, even if they’d be scandalous on a 15 year old….)
When a woman desires breast implants they usually claim they are doing it because that’s what men like.
It’s a lie.
Most of my friends agree with me. Fake breasts look fake. They’re just awful and it says a lot about any woman who has implants.
Women augment their breasts for two reasons:
#1 So they look better in their favorite outfits
#2 To make other women jealous.
End of story.
I hate bolt-ons.
Natural endowment is the way to go, whether they’re small, large or somewhere between. Natural is wonderful.
Back to the first post –
She wants implants and she is already a D.
Woman Has World’s Largest Breast Implants Removed
http://www.myfoxny.com/dpp/news/offbeat/woman-has-worlds-largest-breast-implants-removed-newscore20100909
“I’ll keep a respectful silence about my own particular form”
…because you’d need TWO green apples for that photo.
Artfldgr,
Yep. That was the woman I was talking about.
http://www.myfoxny.com/dpp/news/offbeat/woman-has-worlds-largest-breast-implants-removed-newscore20100909
It was worse than I thought: 38 KKK – nope, not the Ku Klux Klan: an actual breast size.
Dear goodness! Who wants to carry all that weight around in the chest? I sure don’t, and I’m already reaching an F size!
The champagne glass, not the flute, was supposedly first created from a mold of the breast of a royal woman (antoinette)
I have discovered that wearing great clothes improves my self esteem and does not make me that self conscious about being big. I believe everyone will need to at least give this a try for one week and see how it works for them!
Men being men, there’s a certain tendency I’ve noticed for larger breasts to be considered better–at least, up to a point (pun unintended).
I think it has to do with how women dress in your area. In the US I find that most women cover up or dress down their breasts unless they’re going to the bars.
So yes, bigger is better. Because otherwise all we see are short people who wear makeup and smell nice, and the occasional busty woman who can’t dress them down.