These blog entries by Cuntlove’s Olga Wolstenholme, Cleavage at the Work Place and My Cleavage Strikes Again struck a chord with me. I myself lean towards the larger end of the spectrum, boob-wise and at times have been told that my boobs looked too big, that I was revealing too much.
…Too big? Too much? But they’re just BOOBS. You don’t tell somebody their feet are too big and that they’re showing too much toe, damnit! Well, you might say that but it would make you a complete jerk.
But for some reason, boobs are fair game. Not only can friends and family tell a woman that she should be hiding and ashamed of her own body, but it’s completely sanctioned in the workplace. As Olga put it:
“Sexual harassment laws were put into effects to protect people from unwelcomed leers and jeers and whatnot, but from what I understand they extend to protecting people from unwanted sexually charged environments. Well, when someone brings attention to my breasts by commenting on what I wear, even if it’s to tell me I’m showing too much cleavage, it creates a sexually charged atmosphere that I am uncomfortable with.”
I think she makes a point. After all, at least in Western society, we have an extreme obsession with breasts that makes them sexual and obscene even when a woman dares to breastfeed in public. My feeling is that while boobs can be sexual, most of the time (for me) they simply are there. So for someone to comment on them, even simply to say that they’re too exposed is to impose a sexual context onto my boobs when they and I were running in neutral.
Anyway, after waffling on about how we’re too obsessed with breasts, I drew a picture that kinda reveals my own obsession with them, eh heh! ‘Cos, you know, objectively speaking, boobs are still pretty great!
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