Erebus Garden

Over a glass of Extra Joss and Agbayani’s Negotiable Instruments Law Book, it dawned on me “Has boob size become the defining factor of women's beauty?” (at least looking through the eyes of the male specie)

Really.

It baffles me to no end how those pair of bulging masses on women’s chests seem to have taken on the role of primary, if not, sole determinants of women’s aesthetic value. There now appears to be a consensus (among guys in particular) that beautiful means having a bra cup size of at least 34. Falling short of that… is second-class. And judging by FHM standards one must have a pair boobs just a little smaller than a human skull or at least a pair, humungous enough to rock the entire universe for one to qualify in this elite circle of the ‘physically endowed’.

But what is even more baffling is this seeming mystifying link between guys’ subconscious and boobs. Guys and boobs seem to have this unspoken connection. Especially when the boobs are the size of full-grown watermelons. Guys get hypnotized! (not an exaggeration) It is as if the boobs are screaming, “Devour me! Devour me!” and poor guys just couldn’t help but jump to the opportunity.

Thing is, this appears to be to the serious disadvantage of the boob-less class. Sure, silicone implants and other sorts of stuffing machinations may offer temporary refuge. But c’mon, engineered boobs will always be sub-par! I bet Maui Taylor would say otherwise. But that’s already digressing.

Point is, is it not better to wake up beside a pretty face than some monstrous veal of female protein?