Breasts, anyone?
My husband and I had the most hilarious conversation about breast size during our hike this morning. Lucky for me, hubbie likes small breasts, but he says he might look, once or twice, at a woman with large breasts. Just...look...
My husband insists that women with big breasts had an evolutionary advantage over women with small breasts because historically, he's betting they could always find someone to mate with them. He says women with small breasts must have had to get by on brain power and by working cooperatively with other women while bitching about how the women with big breasts got all the best cuts of meat. Hmm...I'm all for having a big brain, but I asked, what about personality? Sense of humor? Long legs? Great hair? Intelligence, drive, ambition, survival skills, adaptability? While he agrees these things are important - to him - yeah, he knows which side his bread is buttered on - he says guys aren't really moved by those attributes, at least not initially. He says guys are pretty concrete and they tend to focus on whatever is staring them right in the face. So I suppose that would be either boobs or a butt.
I have this absolutely gorgeous friend who hated her small boobs and after her divorce, got a boob job so she'd be more appealing to prospective mates. It struck me as so, well, sad. Her beautiful face and body and sweet, sparkling personality just weren't enough in her own eyes to attract a man. I'm thinking that's the key - in our own eyes - we have to be attractive in our own eyes. If a guy is attentive only because of big breasts, then is he really the kind of man we want to be with? Not me. But then, I never labored under the delusion that a man would be attracted to me because of my cleavage. He was going to have to look beyond the perky little boobs and appreciate the woman beneath.
My husband insists that women with big breasts had an evolutionary advantage over women with small breasts because historically, he's betting they could always find someone to mate with them. He says women with small breasts must have had to get by on brain power and by working cooperatively with other women while bitching about how the women with big breasts got all the best cuts of meat. Hmm...I'm all for having a big brain, but I asked, what about personality? Sense of humor? Long legs? Great hair? Intelligence, drive, ambition, survival skills, adaptability? While he agrees these things are important - to him - yeah, he knows which side his bread is buttered on - he says guys aren't really moved by those attributes, at least not initially. He says guys are pretty concrete and they tend to focus on whatever is staring them right in the face. So I suppose that would be either boobs or a butt.
I have this absolutely gorgeous friend who hated her small boobs and after her divorce, got a boob job so she'd be more appealing to prospective mates. It struck me as so, well, sad. Her beautiful face and body and sweet, sparkling personality just weren't enough in her own eyes to attract a man. I'm thinking that's the key - in our own eyes - we have to be attractive in our own eyes. If a guy is attentive only because of big breasts, then is he really the kind of man we want to be with? Not me. But then, I never labored under the delusion that a man would be attracted to me because of my cleavage. He was going to have to look beyond the perky little boobs and appreciate the woman beneath.
Evolutionarily, big boobs probably said "well fed and able to nurse children" and that's why guys went for women with those. Nothing wrong at all with a guy who admits he's more evolved than that! Personally, I prefer a man who doesn't need to count with his toes--or peel bananas with them! Sounds like your hubby is a keeper.
ReplyDeleteYes, I agree with you. However, I learned that when I nursed my children, I rose to the occasion and became quite well-endowed for the duration.
ReplyDeleteThis is so funny! As a woman who grew a B Cup in the fourth grade and suffered terribly for it, I have always hated being BUSTY. Brainpower was completely overlooked because all eyes were on the boobage. Hated it and therefore, I worked harder and harder at developing my mind so that others couldn't help but notice I have not only a fine rack but a great brain.
ReplyDeleteNone of my heroines have huge boobs...maybe because I always had them and wanted the guys to look a bit higher when saying "Hi". LOL! However, both my sons are "boob" men. They love their women fully packed and carrying. Yet both of them married women with smaller racks. Hey...talking about boobs is soo freeing, don't you agree?
ReplyDeleteNo worries, Regina, you have a great big brain! I never had that particular problem. Guys didn't bother looking any lower than my neck. I just think men are very, very visual.
ReplyDeleteAs a woman blessed (HA! NOT) since the age of 14 with a C cup I would get a reduction any day. I personally do not care what a man thinks of my boobs or butt. If he can't like me for who I am on he's not for me. :)
ReplyDeleteI try to instill this is my daughters too. Men have to appreciate you for you.
Yeah, Amber! My daughter is totally gorgeous but doesn't give a rip what a guy looks like as long as he's smart and funny.
ReplyDeleteMy heroine's are usually B cup or so because that's what I relate to. I was one for years until I had my daughter and went up to a C, which I learned is much more complicated--having to wear different bras with different tops, etc.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, regarding what guys like, I wrote one of my earlier blogs about the topic. My contention was that women are complicated while men have more predictable tastes (like boobs). My NSG claims women are just as superficial, initially, as men.
I agree that some women are equally superficial in their initial assessment of men, but it tends to be revolve around the face and body type. I like a guy with a certain spark in his eyes, a sense of humor, he has to be smart and perceptive and strong - in body and in spirit. but then, I guess we all want that...
ReplyDeleteHmmmm. Well when I married I was a 32A. Over the years that's changed. Nursed four kids. Gained a little weight. Hit 44DD on the right side. On the left side there's about a size more.
ReplyDeleteThe house hunk seems to be happy whatever size comes along. I think it's just something built in to their genetics the same as thinking with their peckers.
When I was a little girl I often heard my grandmother ask my dad when serving chicken, breast or thigh? And my dad would smile wickedly at my mom and say, I love both. It took me a few years to realize the not so innocent answer.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful blog, Julia. I am putting it on my favorites.
Love the blog! Started my day off with a smile. These days I just wish there were more room between my boobs and my hips--the curse of being short;-)
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by Mona and Paris and Anny! I will link to you all later today after I cater a barbecue! julia
ReplyDeleteBoobs... you mean some women actually have boobs? Gee, after three kids mine are a sad excuse of what they once were... and they were never big to begin with. But I like them smaller... they don't bounce too much when I run and I can play hockey without them interfering with the stick handling, lol. I wouldn't mind a bit perkier, but hey, like I said, 3 kids later.
ReplyDeleteCute post.
Oh and hey...
ReplyDeleteLeft you another comment over on my blog...
They're portable bottles and pacifiers for those inclined to use them, I suppose. The suggestion of breasts, whether or not actually seen, can often times create a bigger stir in men... it's the promise of breasts and seeing the covered bits.
ReplyDeleteWhat of men? Did you not discuss "size" with him? Surely those loin clothes were not merely for comfort but allowed a prospective mate to view the goods and determine his virility by staff length.
Mia - I do have a funny story about one way women determine size - I'll share it sometime, but I don't want to embarrass anyone. I think the loin cloths were designed to keep a man's private parts from snagging on trees and bushes when he was hunting! Of course you have tribesmen in New Guinea who wear only a penis sheath, which seems very odd by our standards of dress.
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