(As you might suspect, drilling down through the spin and downright lies prevalent in our political system in relationship to our economy can get awfully tiresome. I had that feeling last May when I wrote this post and, since I’ve had a number of new readers since them, I thought it worth repeating. As they do with re-runs on television, I like to think of it as an “encore performance.”)
Politics are not central to our lives. But boobs are.
I’m not much interested in politics right now because the hugely expensive food fight for president is already in full swing and will drag on for months. Both sides craft tiresome attack ads aimed at demeaning the other, and I guess they pick up some votes that way, but their main impact is to make most of us sick of it all. It’s been theorized that the far right likes it that way; the sicker we are of politics the more likely things will remain the same and the richer the rich will get.
Fine. I’ll think about that another day. Today I’d rather sit in my deck chair in the sun and think about boobs. I must admit, I often give boobs a cursory glance, but lately they have pressed themselves against my consciousness more than usual. Over the past two days, I got into an emailing dispute with a friend as to who invented the bra, and I’ll tell you it was neither a guy named Titzlinger nor Brassier, as some people think. Also, Playboy sent me a free peak: “Celebrate Mammorial Day.” Thanks, Hugh.
But what really got me to thinking about boobs was my seeing in my Huffington Post infected version of AOL a head shot photo of Kristen Stewart under the title: News and Commentary. I just happened to have seen an interview with her, so I know she starred in the Twilight movies and now is in a movie about Snow White. However, all of that is secondary to Kristen’s boobs.
The heading read: “Kristen Stewart Almost Bares Sideboob.”
“Almost”? Just how much bare boob equates with “almost”, especially from the side? Well, you have to click to see that photo. Huff Post intersperses numerous teases of this type, and they must think our response is so Pavlovian at this point that the promise of an “almost” little peek at the boob skin of one of the latest “it girls” rings the bell. Now that is harnessing the power of boobs.
I often wonder if these teases are primarily to attract men, of if women are interested to see just how racy the so-called “stars” are getting and whether the look would work for them?
I’m happy to report I did not click to see what “almost” was, not out of any kind of fundamentalist virtue, but from often feeling like, well a boob, clicking disappointing teases before. Even boob power has its limits. Remember the story of the boy who called “wolf?”
Still, to understand American life, including politics, it helps to understand the stupendous significance of boobs. If a Martian landed and wanted a short course on how we humans operate, especially in this country, I would have to include “boobs” as a central factor. I’m amazed by the power that those relatively little, largely fatty objects have upon our lives. And, that’s irrespective of the bigger, better, bionic boobs, which frankly I’m not all that keen about. If God wanted ’em packed with silicone, he/she/it would have made them that way. In this matter, I’m old school.
Think of the number of Congressmen who have had their careers busted by boobs. And remember the “ward robe malfunction” at the Super Bowl of several years ago. You can’t remember the teams that played, right, but you remember Janet Jackson. Oh, and the outrage on the right. How could the network let this happen? The power of a just a little bit of boob.
What strikes me is the extent to which young women both employ their boobs to advantage, while also acting as if they are no big deal. Younger women casually talk about their boobs, even move them around in public to get comfy, when years ago this was taboo. It was unseemly for women to touch their breasts in public, or even to adjust bra straps. Or even refer to them by name.
Another difference is women used to complain that men would often stare at their boobs in conversation, rather than look them in the eyes. This was tied to the feminist complaint about women being treated as sex objects. I don’t hear either complaint anymore. I can see why, given the long lines at the offices of cosmetic surgeons and clothing styles that accentuate cleavage. The thinking seems to be: “You boys want to see boobs. Well take a gander, as long as you do it discreetly and don’t creep me out. And you are boys. Not you gramps.”
Harnessing the power of boobs.
Today’s women seem to have finally taken ownership of their breasts, and have parlayed their value. For some reason most of them now seem to agree with men: Their boobs are a major selling point. I must say, growing up in a much more Puritan world, I feel a bit prudish about the changes and I prefer women to be more demure.
Though I know little about her, I can see why Danica Patrick might be a role model for many a young woman, in that she has forged a place for herself in a macho male sport, while not averse to exploiting her female body power in other venues. What seems noteworthy is she is careful about how she harnesses that body power. In today’s sexed up world, she seems almost demure.
I’m happy to report that from my cursory search she has held the “almost” line when it comes to full nudity, seeming to understand the importance of leaving something to the imagination. Also, while there is much speculation regarding a number of cosmetic touch ups, if so, she seems to have drawn the line just short of making them obvious.
While obviously not shy of including T & A in her repertoire, Patrick has developed other, much stronger cards to play, so her future does not depend on harnessing the power of any part of her body. That seems role model material to me.
You go GoDaddy girl!
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