Very few body parts have as many nicknames as breasts, so hey must be important. We call our hands…hands, our shin is just a shin. But breasts are boobs, ta-tas, boobies, hooligans, the girls, the list goes on and on. Jugs and Hooters, wait, we love boobs so much we have restraunts dedicated to them. No other body part can make that claim.
Yesterday I heard a program about breasts on NPR (figures, right?) and I learned some fascinating stuff.
Breast size in America has increased considerably in the past ten-twenty years. Double D used to be the largest size, now it’s something like Triple K. Still breast augmentation is the number one plastic surgery performed. 300,000 women get boob jobs every year! But fake breasts only have a shelf life of ten years! I thought they lasted forever. But after ten years your supposed to have them checked out and maybe redone.
Little girls in America are getting breasts at a much younger age. 30 percent start showing up when they are just nine years old. There are several possible reasons for this early delivery. Lots of little girls are heavier now and if you are overweight you develop at a younger age. Chemicals, not just in our food, but in almost everything we touch may be to blame. There is a chemical in most plastics that acts like a fake hormone. It’s in our computer mouse, water bottles, car interiors. It’s pretty hard to avoid. And finally, girls who don’t live with two blood parents tend to develop earlier. I think that reason is really fascinating.
Breasts are considered organs and after the skin, they are most likely to get cancer. It’s all that fat, just hanging around and absorbing toxins.
No pair of breasts are exactly the same size and generally the left is bigger than the right, but nobody knows why.
And finally,In Hong Kong, you can get a degree in Bra Studies from the Hong Kong Polytechnic University where they teach you how to design and build a bra.
In our house “nipple” is one of the funniest words you can say. If you say “nipple, nipple, nipple” half my family rolls around giggling. My husband wanted to name the cat “Nipple” but was voted down.
I think it’s great that so many men are dedicated to breasts. We have something they don’t and they love us for it. But guys, you still need to work on looking women in the eye instead of staring at cleavage when we are trying to tell you something really important. Thanks.
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*I don’t really care about Arnold Schwartzenegger’s Love Child or House Help. Apparently the 13 year old boy looks just like him, how cool would that be?
