First, I didn’t realize Playboy was around when you were a teen. Then again, I grew up being told that all that nasty pornography was “new” and “not around back in my day!” As I got older, I realized everyone lied to me, as I’ve seen some hard core porn, homemade stuff, too, such as photos, from the late 1800s and early 1900s. Yeah, it’s new. As Billy Joel said, “We didn’t start the fire…”

You’re spot on about the guy being responsible — most of the time — about a woman’s feelings of inadequacy if she runs out to get breast implants to make the guy happy. There are some women, though, that come pre-damaged in feelings of inadequacy over self-image. I know a few women, who, as a result of being raped or sexually abused (slight difference, but not much), have very poor self-images, but are convinced their bodies pale in comparison with other women. What makes this really sad in the case of each of these women I know: each is a beautiful woman in her own right, with a body that’s just fine as it is. No matter what others say, though, because of negative self-talk they’ve done over the years, they programmed themselves to never like their body, no matter what.

As far as living the life of Hugh Hefner, I’d pass on that offer. Sure, I wouldn’t mind having one, two, or four buxom ladies around me all the time, especially scantilly clad, but the novelty would soon wear off, at least for me. Then again, I don’t see women just as hunks of meat or a set of pillows or whatever.

I like having one gal that I know is mine and mine alone. I grew up a few years after you, and well, when I was a teen, there was this odd disease, spread by blood, saliva, semen, oral secretions, and possibly other methods, that could lead to a nasty, slow, painful death. It’s called AIDS, obviously, but there are also other penicillin-resistant and other anti-biotic resistant diseases. I wanted none of them!

I have never been involved with a woman with small breasts. By my standard, breasts smaller than a C cup are small, but to grab my attention they need to be at least a full C cup or small D cup. It’s not to say that I didn’t have opportunities, but there has to be that attraction on both sides. I was never attracted, basically, is what it comes down to in the end. I also like a woman who can hold up her side of a conversation, whether about cooking, sewing, nuclear weapons, military history, Thyphoid Mary, or whatever. Sure, she, nor I, would be an expert on the full topic, most likely, but a good, well-rounded education leads to a woman with a good, well-rounded knowledge base in her mind. That turns me on big time!

Question for you: if breasts are primarily nurturing organs meant for breastfeeding, but secondarily sex organs, how does that baby who needs to be breastfed, get created? If the breasts didn’t attract a guy, the gal and her boobs don’t get a baby. At least not without a visit to the sperm bank.

Fret not about the comment about the male genitalia. Re-read the paragraph. It was talking about works of art depicting the male genitalia (the penis, of course, just to be clear), and many of the people said that in those historical works of art, the male genitalia is always the same: a stubby little thing that barely hangs around, let alone have any leftovers for stage fright or shrinkage. I’m with you in saying, Are you kidding me?!, if people said that about male genitalia overall. No photos provided, either. :)

Our American men live in a culture of big breasts. Been that way for over 200 years.
It’s the ultimate turn-on. And very visual.

From the beginning of puberty, young boys have been fixated on large mammaries.
As a young Philly boy, sneaking the latest Playboy, hidden under my mattress, I couldn’t wait to open that centerfold. The Bigger, the better.
And guess what????? I wasn’t the only boy who felt that way.

Yes, we ARE the visual animals.
Eyes first. Brain second.

As someone, who has experienced many sizes & shapes, over many years, I must say that I’ve had a firm grasp of the situation.
Ask how many guys would love to live in Hugh Hefner’s world.
Ask today’s plastic surgeons how may “boob” jobs are being done on young, insecure girls, compared to nose jobs. It’s epidemic.

But seriously……
When it comes to our special ladies, we should love the entire person. NOT body parts.
The woman who gets the enlargment, because of her man’s dissatisfaction, should question his love for her.
It’s HIS fault for her low self esteem. Yeah, I said it.

I would rather make love to a woman that has small REAL breasts, as opposed to large fake ones.
What if she has large real ones??? That would be nice, too.
;-)

I went with a gal who had huge natural breasts.
The relationship didn’t last.
So, what’s the diff.???

I must disagree with the comment, “Breasts are first and foremost, sexual organs, and secondarily, nurturing organs, meant for breastfeeding.”
It’s the other way around…..

BTW….
That comment about the depiction of male genitalia: “If you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all.”
ARE YOU KIDDING ME??????

All in all, though, breasts are a nice addition to the woman, but, no matter what, they are never the full woman or a measure of the woman or the woman’s worth or value. But, just like women have lists of things they look for in a guy — some things that are “musts” (he’s gotta have a nice butt, he had to have big hands, or whatever women look for — I’m pulling these examples for the stereotypes often used on TV), some guys have the same kinds of lists. Some guys like women who are skinny, while other guys like women with “meat on their bones,” and other guys like women who are, well, full-bodied.

In nature, that procreation drive is unique to each creature, thankfully. Thankfully, in the human arena, there are women (and men) that meet the needs and requirements of potential mates. Let’s work on keeping it that way. ;)