I Like Tits
I do. I really really really like tits. Tits of all shapes and sizes, big ones, little ones, puffy nipples, inverted nipples, gigantic areolas that take over the whole boob. They are glorious.
Except when I was a young kid just realizing that women were awesome, I’ve never really understood the drive for bigger and bigger tits. I find the grossly inflated porno-star funbags to be kind of monstrous. Just leave the damn things alone, they look great the way they are BECAUSE THEY ARE TITS AND CAN’T HELP BUT BE GREAT.
And believe you me, i’ve got a lot of sympathy for the pressure women are under to have giant titties. That’s why this article in the Times makes me so happy:
Those customers, including ones who are nearly ironing-board flat, “are happy with their bodies,” said Ms. Shing, 42, who wears a 36AA. “It’s a misconception still that you want to be bigger if you’re smaller.” She isn’t sure if the small-and-loving-it attitude she has noticed is “about pride or more like being O.K. with who they are.” But it’s fueling her sales.
In the last three years, said Elisabeth Dale (formerly Squires), who wrote “Boobs: A Guide to Your Girls,” there has been “a huge surge in Web sites and online retailers that specialize in smaller bra sizes in a very empowering way,” like evesappleslingerie.com. “They are not about ‘Here’s how you stuff your bra,’ ” she added. “They are like, ‘The way you are is perfect, and here’s how I can help you.’ ”
Boldface is mine, and the sentiment is wonderfully empowering. “The way you are is perfect”.
