In Which I Imagine Having a Sweet-Ass Rack
Seriously, What Would It Be Like to Have Huge Breasts?
Jungyeon Roh
Tools
I was born on the day before Independence Day, 1982, without a sweet-ass rack.
I have survived, so far, and I lead a relatively normal life.
Stranger Personals
But there's no getting around the fact that breasts, and their relative size, are a defining characteristic when it comes to women. Along with makeup, crying, and a certain shyness regarding flatulence. As an otherwise-apparent woman almost completely lacking in melons, I've often felt that I'm missing an essential part of the "womanly experience." What would change if I had them? How much more woman would I be? Would I finally develop a passion for body jewelry, very long telephone conversations, and using the word "passion"?
More crucially, how much uninvited public fondling am I missing out on? For example, I've never received the classic greeting in which a man shakes his head vigorously between a woman's god-given pectoral protrusions, like an outboard motor plunged between two quivering Jell-O molds. My therapist says I should let that one go.
Molestation fantasies aside, my absence of fun bags has led to a lifelong desire to understand them. And as Gandhi once said, "To live a day in the heaving bazooms of another is to see life through their areolae."
So let's imagine I have magically grown a set of perfect, luscious boobies. Great nipples, pert but not too large, and definitely NOT those weird Tootsie Roll–style pointers (gross). My fictional titties are also of relative heft, because those are the ones, through market research and staring, I have learned are the most favored.
The average DD knocker weighs eight pounds, according to my keen ability to estimate mass via Google image search. In total, that's an extra 16 pounds now on my frame. Further calculations show that this is roughly equal to a sack of 11 Chipotle burritos or 36 newborn baby dachshunds, which are now swinging jauntily from, slumping off, or standing suspiciously erect upon my chest, depending on my age and my proximity to Los Angeles.
This new addition feels odd for a few reasons.
For one, I am now having to stuff what amounts to 64 snack-size pudding cups into my shirt. And there is no "petite" or "plus" equivalent for women with gigantic honkers but not gigantic everything else. How can a flat-fronted girl like myself and this version we're now picturing with sensuous lady-buoys be expected to wear the same trendy-casual fashion tops?
You're thinking: This is where cleavage comes in. That which cannot get shoved inside must go up.
Let us contemplate cleavage, or the buttocks-shaped object now on my anterior. Cleavage. Man, woman, casting agent—who can but succumb to its charms? When I see breast pressed upon breast, even I want to nestle into those soft hillocks. Which I now know (theoretically) feel like the inside of a new fleece sweatshirt and smell faintly of powdered doughnuts.
What seems to have conversely degraded in appeal is everything above my neckline, which no one looks at when you have harness- requiring mam-mountains. This seems advantageous for those without good looks, or faces. Think of how much I'll save on eye shadow and face insurance.
It's time to try moving in these puppies. Let's start with a light jog. The baby dachshunds, divided into two balloons tied around my neck (18 apiece), swing in an agitated variety of directions with each step.
Seriously, this feels crazy. How do people look at anything else when this is happening? I'm surprised there are only several hundred thousand car accidents (per annum) in this country.
All right, you say. You've had your fun with the pretend love-pillows, but if you're really curious—why don't you just get them?
I've considered it, to be honest. Paying someone to make you irresistibly attractive is much easier than writing for a living. The financial security of elderly perverts is a comfort. And these unsolicited offers for jobs I'm grossly underqualified for are certainly another, um, perk.
In the end, despite credit cards, a flesh-cans fascination, and unreliable self-esteem, I've decided that voluntarily hacking at delicate tissue meant to supply nutrients to my future newborn child in the interest of inserting pouches of jelly that have a 69 percent chance* of exploding (EXPLODING!) inside you is one of those things in life that just gives me the willies, like bugs with too many legs.
And so, in conclusion, imagining having a sweet-ass rack was cool and fun. However, I don't think I'll mourn it too much, mostly since I imagined it.
But the homeless dudes casually jerking off on the light rail while staring at my imaginary jiggle-cannons—those guys, I'm really going to miss. ![]()
* Really.
Shirley Hendrickson is, first and foremost, a woman and, secondly, a copywriter at Creature, a Seattle advertising agency. She sincerely apologizes to her mother for the publication of this article.
-- Hard to find clothes that fit well or look as they're meant to. Clothing designers like flat-chested women.
-- Any weight gain will show immediately and be much more obvious. If you're big-chested and a little overweight, you'll look a lot overweight. If you're a lot overweight, you'll look enormous. Don't know how much this applies to fake ones, though.
-- Hope you're not a big fan of jogging. Or jumping. Or stairs.
-- Did I mention the back problems?
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I've slimmed up a lot and now I'm extremely happy at size B. It's much easier to be active and wear nice tops. More than a handful is a waste, says my husband. If only I could do something about how elastic the skin is now, grr.
Of course we always want what we don't have.
So no, it's not 16 lbs.
I'm older now, and a bit plumper for sure. I'm sporting G's. I don't have back problems, I look great in a corset (if and when I ever wear one). I'm not really a fan of jogging, as having to wear not one, but two expensive sports bras to make the experience remotely comfortable... really not on my highlights list. I do like to run, just... it requires preparation to a degree that I'm not prepared for most of the time.
Going swimming is fantastic. I remember the first time I decided to swim topless, my tits pretty much kept me afloat (in saltwater). They just floated to the top. So big tits look pretty awesome in water.
On the rare occasion I am baring cleavage (intentional or no), it can be either really awesome or really creepy. I don't mind the lecherous appreciation from someone I actually want to sleep with, but when it comes from strangers... not as awesome.
Also, I have been fondled rudely and painfully by more women then men. Women seem to not believe that my breasts are real. I've been groped while dining at a restaurant more than once, by some rich bitch that couldn't fathom I grew these myself.
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At 15 I went from training bra to DD seemingly overnight-as a tomboy nothing will every prepare a girl for that kind of shock. Now I am a size 4 wearing a 30G and even though I accept and love my curves it sure makes shopping a real bitch.
The internetz is nearly your only option and oddly enough England produces the most "petite full busted" items. Trying to balance something that fits well and doesn't make you look big all over but doesn't completely blind all that come in contact with your cleave is an art!
Bottom line, Im not in the market for a reduction but sometimes I'd like to know what it must be like not to wear a bra all the time...
And, you will also realize that boobs do not make the woman, no matter how much hollywood and others would like you to think that so you will buy stupid boob enhancing clothing/accessories.
Luckily, stairs aren't a problem for me, however, and are beneficial in my apartment building for cardiovascular exercise.
I can certainly relate to experiencing unwanted attention from men old enough to be my father's or grandfather's ages, and really creepy boys in junior and senior high school!
Thankfully, with exercise and a diet change for the better I've lost some weight and inches (primarily my former Buddha belly). now, if I could just do something about my spaghetti arms....?
I figured it would have information about implant pricing, the different types of implants/methods of surgery, breast REDUCTION information, (because oversized breasts cause back problems) some sort of statistics in regards to the effects having larger breasts have on womens employment, a case study/pyschological reference to confidence... SOMETHING.
Nope. Instead the author poked fun at the topic, using "a keen ability to estimate mass via google image search" and writing nothing but speculation. The closest thing to fact is, "an extra 16 lbs now on my frame" which she continued to denote by comparing the weight to burritos.
This is a fluff article. 10 points deduced Stranger.
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Also, I hope imaginary you never liked button-down shirts, because forget EVER wearing one again that wasn't custom tailored.
WHY do so many men and boys think we WANT mean-spirited crap like that?
I'm V-shaped with broad shoulders, and ended up with not only the height but the boobs in my family. Growing up with a small-framed, small breasted mother and cute, little cheerleader sisters who had no problem with getting dates was awkward as hell. I kept getting cruelly compared to the three of them, and have been unfairly called "fat" for most of my life because of my large bone structure. I couldn't wait for high school to be over.
Most of my male friends don't really seem to care that much either. If small breasts are a deal breaker for a guy, chances are he's probably a D-bag anyways so look at it as a good way to weed them out.
Then again, being 5'11 with big boobs always made me self conscious, and feel a lot larger than shorter, petite girls. I wonder if I lost 20 pounds or so (I am curvy, not thin but not noticeably overweight), if I would miss them? I have a feeling I would despite the harassment. Although, I constantly see guys my height or taller going for tiny girls. Not to begrudge them, but it does occasionally make me wish I could trade in my tall hourglass figure...
Also, not all big boobs are created equal in the sag department. Some do defy gravity better.
I've gone from being able to walk into pretty much any store and buy a nice frilly feminine looking bra to going to Nordstroms and asking "Do you have anything that won't make me feel like a grandmother that's under $75?" And there's no thing as an exercise bra that keeps me from bobbling painfully if I try to do anything other than moderately fast walking.
I like to imagine how things will be when and if I finally get to the point where I can talk my insurance company into a reduction, skipping the years in between then and now where they gain a few more cup sizes and I get all the "joys" that go with it.
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When teased in 5th grade by a chubby kid (named Mark Hansen, who chanted
"44 Double D" at me, I laughed and replied " whatever...yours are bigger than mine".
I knew then that boobs were awesome...and would serve me well. Thanks, boobs!
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Hey, ladies - we're totally jerking off to your big boob sob stories. Your tears just us harder.
Can't people appreciate a slimmer body type, smaller boobs without making women with bigger boobs feel like they're now inadequate? I know large breasts have been held up by society as desirable. But I feel like fewer women end up feeling better because of that than women who are just made uncomfortable by the focus on their and others' cleavage.
Even with an average or so chest, I was painfully shy and uncomfortable in my skin as a youth. I realize this is not a unique situation. But it was so acutely felt. And the last thing I wanted was any kind of attention. Even today I still get bummed every time I come across a discussion about flat chests and everybody seems to be playing up all the benefits. Hey, I don't get any of those even without a super large bust. Running is a pain in the ass, clothes fit weirdly, and they attract just enough attention to make me uncomfortable.
Today, I would choose a cute flat chest over the slightly-odd-shaped large-ish breasts I have now. My boyfriend would argue with me, but it ultimately doesn't matter what he thinks. It comes down to what I think and how I feel about my body. And I'm still mostly uncomfortable ::sigh::
@35 Doofus McScumbag: Trolls like you are why I'm so glad I lost interest in dating years ago, and don't miss it.
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Do this. You know you want to. It could spawn a few articles and a few you tube videos.
I know whoever did the special effects for that episode of Sons of Anarchy where the transexual was played by the bad guy Boyd Crowder from the show Justified , did and amazing job on his boob work and over all look.
You should look into it. It wouldn't take long and I bet it would be fun and insightful.
I was about a DD+ at the time & told my Dr I didn't want to have to wear a bra ever again!
She did leave more than that on, & I swear that some must have grown back because I am still a DD, but it is so much better than it was.
( I also still really don't need to wear a bra other than those tank tops with elastic.
It is fabulous)
I wish I had known in high school that I wouldn't have to go through life with boobs that were too big for my body.
For most people in the street, you are exactly an object, perhaps one of desire, derision, disgust, empathy or just one that needs to get the fuck out of the way, lady, I am busy doing my people shit here in the streets...
The point being, that this limited perception of you, expresses a limit in those perceiving you, and should not enforce a limit in or upon you. In fact, for most of these limited interactions, those limitations to the extent they are imposed are self-imposed.
Your perception of these men, reducing you to only a sexual object and merely a collection of sex parts, even correctly, is a reduction of them, at least in your internal estimation, into objects themselves. Please note that I don't mean this as an excuse or a rebuke, but merely as an acknowledgement that most of the population of the world is simply a collection of objects to each of us.
For the most part, this shouldn't be a problem unless if the interaction is prolonged but does include the increasing recognition of the multiple facets, wider field of meaning and shared person-hood of those people involved.
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Experiment for back pain sufferers: try regular kayaking. Done right (don't lean back on the seat, sit up tall and do the stroke mostly by twisting from your waist and pulling back with your shoulder, minimize sawing with your arms), paddling mostly trains the muscles of your upper back and abdominal obliques.
I am not an orthopedist, but it's worth a shot. Can't hurt to minimize those slumped shoulders...
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Also, no drooling guys are likely to be half a mile off-shore.
Now, I agree that a think piece on having huge breasts could and perhaps should be a safe place for women to discuss exactly that, but you can not have a "Sweet-Ass Rack" without the admiring (not necessarily male) gaze.
It does seem that you are faulting Shirley Hendrickson, and I guess rightly to your way of thinking, but if the admiring gaze is required (for the aforementioned "Sweet-Ass Rack"), why are you labeling those providing it as gross (or male)?
*Okay. Probably not.**
**By which I mean clearly not.
anywho, whatever our physical attributes or station in life, we all experience angst growing up, and its impossible to rate one kind of angst over the other. boobs too big, not big enough. penis too big too small. too tall. too short. too skinny too heavy. funny nose. funny shaped arse. flat ass. the list goes on. other than a bit of public therapy, i dont know what the purpose of this article is.
Examples: a 40DD is the same volume as a 32G. A 32DD = 38B = 40A in volume. Yes, a 32DD and a 38B bra have the same cup volume. One just has a shorter band than the other.
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Y'all can write that down
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The fact that we can reason is why we even care. Reasoning creates creepos.. although the attraction to breasts is understandable due to brain function for procreation. It is in modern society that this concept is completely distorted.
Do native peoples gawk at large breats? good question.. probably not..
Its based on repression.
We can not see the breasts in our society. They are "forbidden".
This leads to obvious perversion.
I will admit.. I love breasts.. but I love ALL breasts.
I will beat off to every size and shape. My preference is puffy nipples and large areolas, but why??? I have wondered..
Who cares?? its my fantasy.. not yours..
Just keep it respectable guys.
Don't gawk at the ladies. Don't be creepos.
A woman once told me.. "Women know exactly where their breasts are at all times" .. meaning they know when, how, who, and what is looking, touching, speaking, or wondering about them.. its only natural ;)
Enjoy the beauty that is a woman.
So I have an idea. Instead of passing ridiculous moral judgements on each other in the guise of snarky articles and comments, lets all accept that we are all wired in similar yet slightly different ways and get on with the business of making each other feel as good as we possibly can.
Personally, I want a woman who likes breasts as much as I do. If she happens to want to make them bigger out of a desire to explore and enrich her experience of her self, her life, and those around her, then she is truly exhibiting irrestible qualities, and that is something that I respect and celebrate. But if she is happy with her current physical embodiment as it is, thats great too.
It is sad that proper support garments are still so hard to come by... Making custom, perfectly form-fitting clothing is now economically feasible for creative individuals, so making the perfect bra for a reasonable price shouldn't be that much harder. 3d-scanner + optitex + laser cutter = awesome breast-positive business?? I'll do tech if someone else wants to handle marketing, materials, and assembly.
I wasn't putting women like you down. This isn't to make you or anyone else feel bad, but just imagine being treated and left feeling like a big, clumsy Saint Bernard in among dachshunds. That's what adolescence was like for me. I was the first girl in my sixth grade class to require a bra, and wear glasses. Then my much older, cute little cheerleader sisters became dental hygienists and convinced our mother that I also "needed" braces and full head gear, too. At age twelve, I was already getting cruelly tormented at school just for wearing glasses. If my mother had gotten her way at the local orthodontist's office, I may have seriously considered committing suicide 36 years ago.
No bitterness, here---I'm just sharing.
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I will forever imagine you with the rack of your dreams. And they will be the relatively more compliant, nonexplosive less weighty and permanently perfect variety that can only exist in the imaginations of men and lesbians.
And some men are breast men, some aren't - it's not like all men stare at your chest when you have big boobies.
Bill Cosby review says: "Theo, that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard in my life."
Double-D's? Excessive.
Just one dude's opinion.
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You're projecting. Go watch a Bailey Jay video.
Trust me, you are not missing out, but I am really wishing I skipped out on this article. Woweee was this 'off-ful'.
You have my sympathy, as well. I can certainly relate (see my comment @22).
@48: You're very fortunate.
@50: I agree!! Where is Lindy West????
Shirley, believe me, you do NOT want D+ sized breasts!
If you're still not convinced, you're a hopeless bimbo
who will find out painfully when suddenly your back is
killing you, and "cute little sex kitten" clothes look ridiculous
on you.
Lindy---please come back!!!
Women’s bodies are constantly sexualized, degraded, and the topic of conversation so often it is an acceptable social practice and discourse; this article is adding insult to injury. I think there is a connection between the way in which we judge others and the way in which we judge ourselves. This author uses body-shaming as a crutch for her own insecurities, which, frankly, seem insincere. As the Stranger is responsible for the content of it's publication, this article should serve as an embarrassment to both you and the author. I think it's important to lay out why.
I agree with the following statement, made by the author in regards to an imagined breast augmentation: “what seems to have conversely degraded in appeal is everything above my neckline.” But not the conclusion she is drawing from it. The general assumption from this piece is that women with big breast don’t have to worry about people judging their minds or their faces (what a relief!) because WOW LOOK AT THOSE BOOBIES. I struggled with this as a young woman, having been told I was “ugly” as a pre-teen but also that I had “big breasts” and wasn’t I lucky? I figured the only way a person would find me attractive is if my “sensuous lady-buoys,” as the author calls them, would distract from my face. It is a terrible way to live your life and a waste of time that too many women fall into. The author seems to think life is easier when women’s breasts distract from their other features. Because this seems to be working for women in general, right?
This article should have concluded with the author realizing that having your body sexualized constantly and in a degrading manner (a la this article) is exhausting, demoralizing, and is not a privilege-maker. But instead she falls into the same old destructive discourse using the female body as a source for subjugation and ridicule. This is middle school bulling wrapped in a VICE-style satire. If you can’t get something published without insulting and degrading people then you are not a good writer. Give women’s breasts and vaginas a break (Howard Stern and Hooters have it covered). And why don’t you back the fuck off homeless people, while you’re at it.












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