A Brief History of Sagging (Breasts)

Here's a humourous account of one woman's relationship with her breasts.

The start of the story reminds me very much of when I arrived as an 18 year old male at Monash University in 1972. I had never before seen so many un restrained breasts wobbling around under jumpers and t-shirts.

I was studying Physics at the time and a male colleague of mine liked to relate the phenomemon to our studies. As each young woman bounced past he would remark "simple harmonic motion."