Hiya escapists.
Ah, the female chest area. La poitrine. These globular sacks of fatty tissue. Or, somewhat crudely, "tits". Recognized as a masterpiece of form and function by men and women alike. A perfect amalgation of shapeliness, consistency and practicality.
Studies[footnote]Disclaimer: Data not derived from actual studies.[/footnote] show that people with access to breasts are consistently happier than those who must live without them. Truly a sight to behold and a constant source of joy for many a person, such creations are by most recognized as the magnificent wonders of the natural world that they are.
And yet, by virtue of the mighty PG-13, trying to include illustrations in this thread would see me swiftly stricken down by the banhammer.
I've been thinking a bit about breasts, as I am wont to do. Specifically, I've been thinking about our relationship to breasts when it comes to social norms.
Most people would not be uncomfortable with an infant seeing a breast. Hell, they spend most of the day latched on to them with their mouths. People generally regard it as unproblematic for children up to around three or four years of age to be exposed to breasts.
However, at around this age, a strange new social norm steps into place. From this point forward, all interaction with breasts other than the child's own is forbidden.
Breasts may now no longer enter the child's field of vision lest they be wrapped in a sufficiently concealing fabric.
Why is it that we must shield our young from the sight of something that is universally agreed on to be things of beauty? What are we afraid will happen?
This norm is popularly attributed to the formation of the child's sexuality, and as such, exceptions are known to have been made when the context was explicitly non-sexual. The problem seems to be that the design of the breast is too grand. Simply too perfect. To the point where the mere sight of such wondrous pieces of flesh is enough to arouse feelings of... well, arousal. In those that are attracted to women that is. And consequently, indecency in those who aren't.
So from this point forward, the child is no longer allowed to bask in the sweetness of the female mammary area.
Sure, the norm may allow a look once in a while for educational purposes or for "art", but these rare viewings happen exclusively on the terms that one is absolutely not allowed to
enjoy looking.
And touching, so as to take in the full beauty of breasts other than one's own, is completely forbidden.
Films which at some point display an areola are carefully kept out of reach of these children, lest they should anger the deity "PG-13"-
Up until a certain point, that is. The age at which breasts are normally allowed to be reintroduced to a person's life lies at around 16-18 years in most western cultures. At this point, one may once again experience the grandeur with which one was so closely acquainted in one's past.
And truly the feeling is glorious.
But why does this all happen? It would all have been quite understandable if the sexuality which enters children's lives, prompting them to be cut off from breasts, disappears with age. But that does not seem to be the case. Indeed, late teenagers seem to be more sexual than most other people on the planet!
So why, then, are such massive efforts being exerted to keep children protected from taking part in the wonders of breasts?
What is the secret of these 12 to 15 years of one's life that leads us to keep them artificially devoid of bosoms, melons, milk factories, busts, funbags, knockers, balisties, boobies, jugs, nipples, jublies and [HEADING=2]Stonking great tits?![/HEADING]
Captcha: life's too short
