I think we can all agree that men like explosions. I think we also can all agree that men like boobs. So, some genius did the math and fused these two things together into this website ExplosionsAndBoobs.com. When you go to the site, a white screen appears along with a picture of an explosion and a pair of (classily covered) boobs. When you reload the page, you get another set. It’s so simple, so stupid, and men love it. This website proves yet again that trying to make sense of men is such a waste of time. Keep reading »
A-cups, rejoice! Pop a piece of Bust Up Gum, which claims to increase bust size, and get the boobs of your dreams! And pigs can fly and Lindsay Lohan is going to get her act together. Sorry, this product sounds like the sort of thing only encountered on the Hogwarts Express. In the minor defense of the makers of Bust Up Gum, the creators at least went through the pretense of making a brilliant scientific discovery. They included fancy schmancy ingredients and all: Maltitol, Lactitol, Hydrogenated Glucose Syrup, and Pueraria. So, I guess this won’t work for you if you are into organic or that natural food business, but whatevs, you can’t have everything. Oh, but a a few notes of caution. The label recommends popping at least six tablets per day and also advises that you should not consume during pregnancy, breastfeeding, menstruation, or if you have been diagnosed with medical conditions of the ovaries, uterus, or breast. Oh, also, consuming in large amounts may cause loose bowels. That might be a problem for some. Keep reading »
Confession: each time I go to the gyno and she shows me how to do a breast self-exam, I stupidly smile and nod my head and she talks and prods my boob, knowing I have no clue what she’s really feeling. I then go home, fondle my own breasts and end up in frustration because (surprise!) they’re lumpy all over! It makes me feel like a bad woman who is not “in touch with her body” to admit that I don’t know what to think of those “normal” lumps. My doctor even once discovered what turned out to be a benign lump, and even then it didn’t feel distinctive. To help solve these problem, there’s now Breastlight, a wand that essentially lets you see what’s going on inside your chest. Take the device into a dark room, apply the lubricant to your breast, and hold Breastlight under your boob to light it up in red hue, highlighting veins and any other abnormalities. It’s not meant to replace mammograms, but at least it will help morons like myself know when something isn’t right. [Uk.breastlight.com] Keep reading »
Throughout the ages women have gone to great pains to get showstopping and eye-dropping cleavage. The corset was rough, stuffed-toilet paper bras were prone to discovery and the push-up bra is just a bit too obvious. According to the peeps from My Beautiful Breasts, however, your cleavage woes are over. This kit ain’t just your average bra-filling and lifting, ladies. We are talking about painting on your boobies, or lack thereof.
We’ve scene this trick before: use makeup to create contours on our bust line the same way we use bronzer to fake sharper cheekbones or those weird airbrushing techniques that create faux six-pack abs. Except, this ain’t just a wish of bronzer we are talking about. Eye shadow and blush come off pretty easy, but the bust stain can stay on for up to five days! And, maybe I am just bitter because I can’t draw a stick figure, but painting-on your boobies sounds pretty complicated and complex. Chances are I would mess it up and have some pretty busted looking buhbies for a week.
I think I’ll just stick to toilet paper, thank you very much. [$69, My Beautiful Breasts Kit, ItCosmetics.com]
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Drinking. Depression. Widowhood. Small boobs. Yes, there are support groups for all kinds of things…
Usually when you talks about supporting your AAs, you mean the feats of architectural wonder accomplished by the Victoria’s Secret Miracle Bra. But on the message boards for Bust magazine, there is actually a Small Breast Support Group. Keep reading »
Ladies, hold on to your boobs. There’s yet another product that promises to give us big breasts—even if we don’t want ‘em. The new Smart Memory Bra is made of heat-sensitive foam that inflates and deflates based on body temperature. What this means: When you (and your chest) get hot and bothered, the bra will inflate to push the girls up and out. Slovenia-based Lisca Lingerie, the company that’s making the boob popper, claims the Smart Bra “will always provide the perfect fit.” Really, though, it has only one advantage over a regular bra: Ot will give you huge boobs when someone’s about to jump your bones. But what if you happen to get steamed up from the heat in church or in front of your boyfriend’s parents? I mean, do you really want a lady boner? [UK Sun] Keep reading »
My birth control is ruining my figure. It’s not so much the extra pounds the Pill has added to my frame — seven pounds, if we’re counting — it’s the extra cleavage that I can’t stand. I know most women would kill for overflowing bra cups. If you’d talked to me twenty years ago, when I was stuffing my bra with gym socks and then admiring my womanly profile in the mirror, I’d have balked at the idea big boobs would be anything other than a gift from God. But that was before my breasts inexplicably grew three cup sizes during my sophomore year of high school, and I became a school-wide, overnight sensation the day I demonstrated my jump-roping skills in gym class. Could there have been anyone more clueless and insensitive to the woes of teenage girlhood than a middle-aged, male gym teacher? Keep reading »
While my Dolly Parton-esque double D’s provide my sexy-time friends with far, far more than a handful, my breasts prevent me from normal activities. Like crossing my heart to say the Pledge of Allegiance. Like squeezing between tables at restaurants without whacking someone in the face. Like wearing button-up shirts and running at the same time. Still, are my bodacious ta-ta’s any more intrusive than, say, the pair men have — that is: balls? I mean, how do they run with those things dangling between their legs? There’s just no denying it. Ladies and gents have bulky body baggage. Thankfully, some gender-bending reporters over at Time Out New York decided to put their work-out routine to the boobs versus balls test. Their results? Frank and beans are easier to exercise with than a couple of milk jugs. But here at the Frisky, let’s talk about when appendages really matter: the sex act. Which cushion do you think is worse for the pushin’? [Boinkology] Keep reading »
Mario Philippona is man of many skills (architect, sculptor, designer, cabinet maker, and furniture maker), and he also loves the female form — so much so that he created a wine cabinet called the Boobycase. “A woman with fantastic breasts, seen in the sauna, inspired me to make this work,” the artist writes on his website. Luckily, with a price tag of more than $15,000, the Boobycase won’t be making too many appearances, that is until Mario creates one out of plastic. [SexyFurniture.nl and InventorSpot via Plime.com] Keep reading »
The weather is heating up and men are starting to show some serious skin — especially their firm fun-bags. Thanks to body-hugging cotton T’s and tanks, there’s less separating you from a man and his chest. While most guys have to try to avoid staring at boobs, when it comes to moobs, girls can easily get more than an eyeful and, in some cases, even a handful. From David Beckham’s pecks to Steven Tyler’s mosquito bites to Ryan Phillipe’s toned ta-ta’s, men are rackin’ it up and showin’ it off. [Note: Simon Cowell is an example of this trend gone wrong.] Keep reading »