Americans are some weird people. We’re so obsessed with many things, like beauty, sex, and, wow, large genitalia. I’m sitting here on this warm and slightly boring pre-summer day and I came across an random MSN article that led me to this – http://www.dbtechno.com/entertainment/2012/06/15/lacey-wildd-has-l-cup-breasts-aims-for-massive-world-record-photo/.
I-cup breasts… and the woman who owns these puppies is talking about going bigger… much bigger… like MMM-cup bigger so that she can (1) be among the top five women in breast size and (2) increase her earning potential. The woman with the biggest breasts is sporting 164-XXX tits; her picture looks like someone stuffed two regulation NBA basketballs in her chest.
Clearly, these women are suffering from something other than image issues and a low bank balance, like maybe being addicted to plastic surgery, innate feelings of inadequacy, stuff like that. Now, friends, when I’m asked if I like tits or ass, my answer is always, “Yes.” I love titties and I got a kick out of burying my face in natural 44-DDD tits in my time… and take note of the word “natural” here, folks.
While I don’t buy into that nonsense that anything bigger than a mouthful is a waste, um, MMM-cup breasts? One hundred sixty-four XXX? Even as much as I love boobies, even I find implanted breasts of this size to be obscene and the damage these women almost have to be doing to their neck and torso trying to support these highly unnatural objects must be tremendous and, eventually, it’ll be their undoing, I think.
I get the whole thing about why breasts are attractive; men love them, some women would gladly give theirs up and let a guy lug them around for a few… and some women have that other American obsession that bigger is better.
What gets me is that there are plastic surgeons who have no qualms about taking an implant the size of a soccer ball and sticking them in a woman’s chest; I recently saw a Nat Geo program (Taboo) where a woman who had huge implants to begin with wanted ones so big no American doctor would do the surgery – so she went out of the country (South America, if I remember correctly) to get her gigantic gazonkas… and wound up with a life-threatening infection. The doctors here told her she had to get rid of the implants or she was going to die… and she was so worried about her image and how much money she was going to lose modeling that she was willing to die to keep her stupidly large breast implants.
Fortunately – or, unfortunately from her point of view – common sense won over; she had the implants removed (they were hideous) and the massive infection in her breast area was dealt with, saving her life. I guess they gave her normal sized breasts but she was miserable… and planning on not only getting implants again but bigger ones than she had the last time that almost killed her.
That’s just nuts…