Just kidding, this is not actually awesome news, unless you are actually the type of person who would want markedly bigger boobs for just 24 hours. According to the New York Times, women are asking for saline injections in their boobs, increasing their busts by as much as two cup sizes — but the results only last 24 hours. I’m tempted to mock this plastic surgery trend — which sounds really bizarre and questionable to me — because I can’t imagine spending that much money on something with such a short lifespan. HOWEVER! While I would never do or pay for such a thing seriously, I would be interested in road-testing the practical joke opportunities this presents. Perhaps my girls could get an injection just before a hot overnight date — imagine the look on some poor confused schmuck’s face as he realizes the D-cup breasts he motorboated at night somehow magically shrunk to a regular ol’ B-cup in the morning light. Talk about a cool party trick. If any practicing plastic surgeon wants to offer me a one-time freebie, shoot me an email! [NYMag.com]
I’m the kind of girl who wears a bra all the time. I haven’t gone completely bra-less since 1993. My version of going bra-less is a bralet under a shelf bra, with my arms folded, propped upon a pillow as I watch Netflix Sunday mornings. Unless I bring my pair to the party, good luck finding my goodies through a maze of mixed support.
To the annoyance of many women with big or small boobs whose bras are like a blankie of comfort, designers who create tops or dresses that are strapless, backless, or with cutout details are malicious. What the hell kind of bra am I suppose to wear under that halter crop top? I don’t want to have to worry about my tits going left when I go right. God forbid there’s a strong, cool breeze. Anyone else feeling a tad nippley?
To all the women who feel comfortable going bra-less, keep doing what your doing. For the rest of us, let me save you some time and explain the reality of each of these popular solutions. Keep reading »
As if you needed another reason not to film porn in God’s house: a woman in Austria got caught having filmed XXX video inside a Catholic church because someone recognized her boobs. An Austrian man warned his local priest that he had recognized the inside of a Hoersching church “while surfing the Internet” (uh huh). In the video, the woman carresses her boobs while holding a Bible and a rosary. The media then posted stills from the videos — hey, things are more liberal in Europe — and a tipster actually got in touch with police to say he recognized her boobs. The culprit turned out to be a 24-year-old Polish woman who posts porn videos online under the name “Babsi.” She has given a “full confession” to police and the church has decided they do not need to go ahead with a reconsecration. At least “Babsi” has some pretty memorable boobs to take away the sting of her charges of offending religious feeling and desecration of a church. [Austrian Times; Huffington Post][Image of church via Shutterstock]
When I was a girl, if you wanted to grow bigger breasts you either did those exercises Judy Blume wrote about in Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret (“I must, I must, I must increase my bust!”) or you went on the birth control pill. Now, a “Japanese YouTube star” named Ryoko has a new method: rubbing raw vegetables on her boobs.
You can watch Ryoko do strange, mostly SFW things with an array of fresh-picked veggies after the jump: Keep reading »
I have big boobs. Whereas some women would kill to have the knockers I have, I’ve never been a huge fan of them. I mean, yes, it’s a pretty impressive rack, but at the price of back pain and the inability to get a dress to fit me properly, I’d prefer them to be smaller. I think I’d be happy with a nice B-cup, which is a small cry from the Double-D situation I have at the moment.
Not too surprisingly, my boobs have always been a favorite physical asset of the men I’ve dated. They’ve loved my brain, I think, and I’ve always been complimented on my sick sense of humor and my eyes, but when it came to my boobs, well, they’ve always won major points with the guys in my life, both straight and gay. In addition to being an ideal place for the men I’ve been intimate with to put their hands or rest their head, my boobs have provided other, more exciting experiences. What could be more exciting than a breast for a pillow, you ask? Keep reading »