It’s no secret that men (at least Western men) are, by and large, obsessed with breasts.
In case you’ve just arrived here from Mars, here are a few articles to help you learn about this phenomenon:
Given all that’s been written and said about the topic, I thought Breaststories should add our voice to the discussion.
I have a new theory about breast obsession.
My theory is we don’t love breasts at all. We love naked women – we are programmed to. Breasts have become a symbol of nakedness for us. The sight of a breast has become a trigger for our thinking we might see a naked woman. The sight of a nipple has become a stand in for nakedness.
Now most of us don’t think about this much. We just experience this powerful feeling and respond in one of the ways familiar to anyone who has watched many interactions between men and women – usually very distastefully.
I don’t believe there is any excuse for us to behave in such a manner. I believe as a species with the capacity for thought, reflection, empathy and love we can control our actions. We may not be able to control the experience of a powerful feeling at the sight of a naked woman, but we can control how we act in response to that experience.
So here I want to separate the internal response from the outward actions that so often follow it. I want to discuss that internal response and some of the thinking that goes with it.
We find women’s bodies beautiful. I have just spent a couple of weeks holidaying by the beach where there were lots of women with not much covering them. It was an opportunity to be reminded how beautiful they are. It’s not just their breasts that are beautiful but their whole shape. Your hips, your waist, the curve of your spine, the way you walk and yes even the way your breasts gently bounce as you walk. But it is not just one part of you that is beautiful it is all of you.
Your breasts have become a substitute reminder for that whole beauty. Sometimes when we catch a glimpse of your breast, the sight overpowers us. It is so beautiful. But it is beautiful in context of the whole of you.
Now we men are strange creatures. We act in strange ways. Because we so often notice your breasts but much less frequently see you naked, we have learnt to focus on your breasts and forgotten the reason they excite us so much.
And also because we are strange creatures we mess it all up. We focus on one part of you and almost completely forget the rest of you is there. As if that part of you is somehow separate from you.
So that’s my theory about breast obsession. I’d love to know what you think.