February 2006 Archives

Along with "It must be fantastic to have breasts," another though that frequently pops up in my head when a I see a woman with particularly attractive breasts is "It's not fair."

I'm not exactly sure why this thought passes through my head so often. When I think about it, I don't know what I think is not fair about it. I think it has to do with feeling that it is not fair that a woman can be so beautiful and so immediately completely and absolutely distract me from what I was doing or thinking at that moment. All she has to do to turn me into a quivering mess is to show me her breasts. They don't even have to be completely exposed. Sometimes they can be completely covered but their shape is really obvious or it is really obvious they are not restrained by a bra or the woman is just wearing a very revealing top.

Now, before you women from all over the globe run at me and tear me to pieces with screams of "We'll tell you what's not fair," I'd like to say a couple of things in my defence. Firstly, this is not a rational thought. Of course in my rational mind I think it is fair that women are women. More than this, in both my rational and emotional selves, I think it is grossly unfair how women are treated for being women. I think it is grossly unfair that we men focus on women's bodies to exclusion of all other parts of their existence. I get angry about this. I get angry with myself sometimes.

Secondly, this is the way it is and this blog is about telling it the way it is. I'm not saying it is the way it should be but my heartfelt belief and hope in writing this blog is that we can only change the way it is iff we are really honest about the way it is.

I'd like it if I wasn't a lone voice. I'd like to see other men talk about how they really feel about breasts. I'd like to know what other men really feel about breasts. I can guess that a lot of what they think is similar to what I think and their emotional reaction is similar to mine, but I don't really know.

Anyone out there want to try?

Today has been a good breast day.

It started with at appointment I had at The University of Melbourne. Being at the far end of the city to me and having become more concerned recently about global warming and my own part in it, I decided to take public transport.

I got off the tram at the top of Swanston Street and started walking the wrong way. I just got into my head where my appointment was and, without checking on the map, started walking there. When I got there I was in the wrong place.

My only reason for recounting that part of the story is to let you know that I then had to walk a long way back along Swanston Street. Oh and it reminded me of being a student again. So many young women with barely restrained breasts. The one that stands out in my memory is the girl who could easily have just completed her VCE, with a pronounced tan, a summer frock and a bandeau bikini top underneath.

It made me think "I wonder how many breasts I have noticed in my life?" I doubt that it would be a million, but it would be a large number. And I never seem to tire of it. When I'm standing behing the woman in the queue for lunch I hope she will turn around so I can see the shape of her breasts and, even better, perhaps the low cut back of her top is matched at the front. Maybe she is and maybe she isn't wearing a bra? Can I see any straps? If she is, is it pretty? White perhaps? Maybe it's lacy? Or perhaps it's seamless and her nipples will be standing out through the sheer material.