Thursday, June 28, 2007

Ta-tas in the summertime


Yep, she's writing about ta-tas again. I was wondering what to write today's blog about, and I looked down, and there they were. The girls have come out to play for the summer.

They're usually always snuggled in a sweater or buttoned up behind a cotton shirt. Winter forces them into hiding. But summer, ah...time to give the ta-tas a bit of sun. And man, do they need it. A healthy dose of vitamin D, on a daily basis is good for us (and our ta-tas). Some scientists even propose that vitamin D may help stave off breast cancer. Go get your bikinis!

The shirt styles this year are very cute. Baby dolls and carefree cottons with low necklines or that kind of square neck shirred around with elastic. I bought one the other day and put it on. Check the mirror. Whoa. Haven't seen the girls for a while. And they just looked so...good. A little bit of cleavage,not blatant. But it startled me because I don't usually flash any more than a few inches down from my neck. Other women do cleavage all the time. So I said, 'what the heck', I'm going to be Cleavage Girl this summer.

I've gotten a few stares from family members since my newly-claimed freedom. Yes, I have breasts. Surprise! Yep, they are voluptuous. And I can just hear their thoughts 'she put a tattoo there?' Ha! Don't get me wrong, I'm no Jessica Rabbit, but I do intend to give the ta-tas all the air they want this summer.

Now, I found some interesting facts about breasts, in the interest of not making this entirely about moi. :-)

--The late French porn star Lolo Ferrari is credited as having the world's largest breast implants. During her lifetime, she had 22 surgeries to make her breasts 73 inches round! [Do you think she could actually stand upright without help?]

--A study supposedly published in the New England Journal of Medicine said that staring at women's breasts for just 10 minutes a day can improve a man's health and add four to five years to his life. The German study was carried out by a certain Dr. Karyn Weatherby who said that ogling at busty beauties is equivalent to a 30-minute aerobics workout. She said this gets the heart pumping and improves blood circulation, cutting the risk of stroke and heart attack by half! [I'm not sure...should we tell our honeys about this one, or not?]

--The Milky Way Galaxy is so named because the ancient Greeks thought it was made from drops of milk from the breasts of the Greek goddess Hera.

--A survey made by bra maker Triumph found that British women have the biggest breasts in Europe. More than half the women in that country wear a size D cup or larger. Denmark scored second while Holland was third. On the other hand, Italian women had the smallest breasts where 68 percent had a size B, the same survey said. But don't lose hope. Researchers said breast size has been increasing in the Western world for the past 10 - 15 years.

--The earliest known breast implants were made from goat's milk or parafin wax and were injected directly into the chests of Japanese prostitutes during WWI.

Hey, we're girls! They're a part of our lives. They can frustrate and baffle us. They can be a point of pride or a nuisance. We may envy hers, bigger or smaller. We may sigh as they change. Some have an 'oops' while the world is watching. And many nestle against a soft baby's cheek.

So take care of those ta-tas. Do regular breast exams. If you're over 40 talk to your doctor about regular mammograms. And have fun! Tease a little cleavage into the sunshine. Shake 'em if you got 'em. Rejoice if a bra isn't necessary. Indulge in Victoria's Secret if a bra is a requirement.

So what about you? Cleavage or not? Are you comfortable with that? What about cleavage on other women? Where do you draw the line?


Bonus pic. When I was looking for pics of chesticals, I found this. Oh dear. I do love Mini Coopers. But what sane woman would allow her hubby to park this in the garage? Obviously, the owner is not married. Oy.

15 comments:

Barbara Samuel said...

Oh, what the heck...I'll be first. Yes to cleavage, my own and everybody else's. American women are very shy about it, but cleavage is beautiful.

But then, I live with a Brit. :)

Helen Brenna said...

When I was younger I couldn't create cleavage to save my soul. So if you catch me glancing down at my own chest and smiling you'll know what that's all about.

Another yes to cleavage!

flip said...

I show off the cleavage. At 49, I still have very nice breasts. The high waisted princess style is so very flattering this year. I want it to last for a few years.

Michele Hauf said...

Ah, high-waisted princess style. That's what I was trying to describe! Yeah, I'm likin' it too.

Cool that all votes are for cleavage so far. Cleavage Girls, unite! Tra-la!

M

Debra Dixon said...

Cleavage is my middle name. Has been since I was in 5th grade. Yes. I was *that* girl, the one that not only develops early but is the over-achieving Energizer bunny of developers.

Now, you be *that* girl in 5th grade with a name like De-BRA. Oh the fun we had, boobs and I.

Kathleen Eagle said...

Cleavage. Had it for a few years, lost it with the weight over the last year.

I was the 34B girl most of my life. At age 50, still no cleavage, but I could still pass the pencil test. (Everyone knows the pencil test?) The pause brought on weight. (Note, it's not a weight on your shoulders.) I became a C and then a D, and scoop necks enhanced new cleavage. Those were the fun pounds.

Cleavage is gone now. I'm a valley girl again. But I can no longer pass the pencil test. Such is life.

Cindy Gerard said...

Well, this is fun :o) I've always had issues with cleavage. I wanted some, didn't have any. Then the WAG factor set in. Weight. Age. Gravity.
Now I've got some. yea!! Has to be a major perk of getting older.

Barbara - Hi. And to belatedly answer your question, yes, I'm going to Matera! Should be fun and I'm very excited!

Later. gotta go dig out my push up bra...

MsHellion said...

I'll happily flash the girls and give them a dose of sunshine. Usually after some rum...but there you go.

Oh, and Snopes says that "German study" was wishful thinking.

http://www.snopes.com/humor/iftrue/breasts.asp

Oh, well. It was the thought that counted, right?

Kathleen Eagle said...

Man-o-man, that car gives new meaning to "riding with the top down"!

Keri Ford said...

vote yes for flashing the ta-tas!! I think it was 7th grade when I started wearing a bra under my winter clothes. We're talking mesqito bites people. And even then, I only wore on, cause all my friends were!

by the start of 11th grade I believe I was a hefty 'A' and proud of them!

the college freshman fifteen came, and WOW! I jumped to a nice B, oh...oh...and what's that behind me...a bottom too! Best weight I ever gain in my life. I HAD a hour-glass figure. Now I'm working my tail to get back.

jackietoo said...

I used to have cleavage up to my chin but two years ago I had the ta-tas reduced. Yes, in this day and age of bigger and bustier, I wanted to be smaller. I went from a double J cup to a C and my back has never been happier. Sure, men like big breasts, but they don't have to carry them around, do they?

Kaitlin said...

Debra-Just like you, except I was in 4th grade. Just imagine if you will 9, with boobs & I was 5'10". Trust me, being tall is cool (now), but when you're a little kid having boobs & towering over people is NOT cool. :)

I do the cleavage, just not a lot of it. I was raised with modesty drummed into my head. I've got more than enough tatas, so I don't need more than a hint anyway. LOL!

Nonny said...

Cleavage all the way. I'm not ashamed to show off what I've got (even if it is only a 36B), as evidenced by my wedding dress. That and I'm very fond of tank tops and spaghetti strap shirts, most of which show off a good amount of cleavage. :P

anne frasier said...

used to be this: (.) (.)

now i'm this: V V

Rae said...

THere's a weird painting about the Milky Way being created by Hera's milky breasts...Cupid, or some cherub sucks it out.

Frankly, it's kind of gross. I was defintiely surprised when I saw it. Check it out at the National Gallery in London.

So awkward.