In Continuum.

You know, that book in bookstores called "Why Do Men Have Nipples?", the one with the burning question printed on the cover page that you can't help but flip through? The truth is, nipples on men don't really serve any purposes, but at the same time it'd look really weird for there to be nothing on our chests. Women, on the other hand, have nipples that actually serve a purpose, and an extra feature called breasts. Yes, breasts are fascinating things to men, because we were not born with breasts. Some men have breasts because they eat too much, but those breasts aren't quite the same the one mother nature gave to women. They are man-breasts, or "moobs" as we'd like to call it amongst my friends. Some men have bigger breasts than some women, and that is nothing to be proud about. There is a myth that when it comes to breasts, the bigger the better, but that certainly does not apply to men at all. Though, I must say, it does not necessarily apply to women either. The numbers and the alphabets in bra cup sizes only made sense to me not too long ago, and from then on it has been much easier to visualize things. Still, things usually remain in the vicinity of the ABCs, and they don't usually venture anywhere beyond that - until this morning. 

There is a woman named Sheyla Hershey, and she claims to have the world's biggest breasts. How dare she give herself that kind of title, you might ask. Well, I suppose you could when your breasts are measured at 38KKK, a biblical number in the world of women I am sure. Sheyla Hershey is a 28 year old American housewife who is never satisfied with the size of her bosom. She has undergone nine separate operations to enlarge her breasts, and she still intends to enlarge them even more despite doctors warning her of possible breast explosion. Yes, the doctors threatened her with the word "explosion" in the same sentence as the word "breasts". You don't really want the doctors to be telling you that, but it's not like she could care less anyway. She had a British boyfriend once who paid for her breast implants, but she dumped him due to the fact that he warned her against bigger breasts. I think common sense kinda tells you that when your breasts are bigger than your head, there is something really wrong going on here. In the article which you can find above in the link, she is quoted to say that she has nothing to worry about because, to her, big is beautiful. 

You can find more pictures of Sheyla Hershey on the internet, and those breasts may scare you. The truth is, ladies, men are way more interested in natural breasts than artificially augmented ones. Given the same size, men are always going to pick the natural breasts to the fake breasts, because you can never replace what mother nature has bestowed upon you. When you come right down to it, the procedure is just about doctors taking bags of salt water and stuffing it up your breasts and then stitching it up, that's all. I'm not sure where she got her misconception of beauty from, but I can tell you that bigger breasts don't necessarily mean a more beautiful woman. Of course, the choice is really up to her to do whatever she wants to those breasts, but then you start to wonder if something is lose up in her head. A comment I read on Digg.com made me laugh, something about how she is such a white trash, that even her bra cup size is "KKK". Well, I'm not so sure about that, but she certainly doesn't seem very smart to me. Men don't like fake breasts, and that's the end of the story, especially when they look big enough to self-destruct every time you give them a hug or a tiny pinch. You know the feeling when you keep blowing a balloon until it becomes bigger than your face, and you are just waiting for it to explode because you know that it is going to explode? Yeah, it is scary as well, but she doesn't seem to care, apparently. 

Don't get me wrong though, I am all for plastic surgeries as long as they are done to the right amount. I believe that with the right amount of alteration, it could help a person look better from the inside. You know, those shows like Extreme Makeover, when they put people under the knives and transforms them to look ten times better by the end of the episode. I think as much as you want to believe that you should live with what you were born with, it is OK to go for such surgeries if it helps you to boost your confidence, for example. I mean, you cannot just trust everything to the genes, or tiny little cells, because they don't work perfectly all the time. People would say that the perfection is in the imperfection, but I believe that there are degrees to imperfection. You don't want to end up on the low end of the scale, because that is when imperfection is, simply, imperfection and nothing else. I think it is OK if someone decides to have a nose job, a skin pull here and there, or whatever that is within reason and amount. As long as it helps you feel better about yourself, I say by all means, go ahead. But when you are threading on dangerous lines, like when your breasts are about to literally explode, there is something seriously wrong with, not just your breasts, but your head also. 

The most basic use of breasts is probably to feed babies, but some of them use them to boost their confidence. Then there are others who use them to protest against war, while others to earn money. Breasts can be used for a dozen different things, and it all comes down to what you want to do with them. I think most men would appreciate a nice set of assets, but that doesn't mean we only judge a woman by those standards. They can be beautiful things, like an accessory that you may wear around your neck or wrists to complete the whole dress, for example. If don't right, breasts may not be distasteful, but elegant and beautiful at the same time. If you have seen pictures of Kate Winslet at the recent Screen Actor's Guild Awards, you know what I am talking about. If you feel that your breasts, or lack thereof, is making you feel less confident and that it is affecting your job, pushing it up a cup of two is completely OK, I feel. But when it comes to breasts, especially when it comes to breasts, enough is really enough. You come to a point when men are not going to admire you for what you have, but feel disgusted about them altogether. And, it isn't a difficult line to cross at all, because monster breasts are, very simply, repulsive and ugly. 

I think the best breasts should fit nicely into your hands, though some men would probably prefer it to be a nice "mouthful". Yes, by either standards, Shayla Hershey got it all wrong. Just think about it for a moment Shayla, what is going to happen when you are twenty years older and stuck with those giant breasts? Your back is going to start to ache perpetually, and sleeping is going to become a problem if it isn't already one. One breast is going to crush the other if you sleep sideways, and they are probably going to sag to the sides and tear the skin and muscles on your chest when you sleep facing up. When you are forty-seven years old, those skin are not going to remain tight and firm, and they are going to give in to gravity sooner or later. Having giant breasts is one thing, but having giant sagging breasts is something else entirely. By then, your old fake breasts are going to be coming in the way of you walking, and you may even trip over those breasts every once in a while if you are not careful. Maybe you could hang them over your shoulders, just in case you step on them again. But for the most part, it is going to be a strain on your back I am sure. Hell, I take that back. By the looks of it, you won't even last till thirty before one of them (or both) decides to explode in your sleep. Now that'd be fun to see. 

I think there are a lot of ways in which a woman could be beautiful, and her breasts are merely a small tiny aspect of everything. No matter how big they are, if you haven't the intelligence to match up to them, you are ugly. To me, it's always the character over looks for me, and my basic standard for looks would probably be the following: have a normal set of everything in numbers (the right amount of limbs, eyes, nose, whatever), and be pleasant enough to my eyes. That's all I ask for for the most part, and breasts are not a part of the standard unless you have, like, five breasts. I like my woman to have talents, I like my woman to hold herself up well. I like my woman to be independent, and I like my woman to be knowledgeable. Those are my standards, and I really cannot care less if your bosom look like they were implanted for a young boy's body, or something. Just as long as they are not concave, I suppose everything works for me, truth be told. I've never touched implanted breasts before, but I am pretty sure natural small ones beat fake big ones, any day. Besides, we all have to plan in the long term, and no prizes at guessing who is going to hold up in twenty years. 

I think different people subscribe to different poison, no doubts about that. I was just asking my friends the other day about what turns them on when it comes to the wardrobe of the opposite sex. It doesn't have to be sexually turned on, but just an outfit that perks your interest and make you want to look again, something like that. The girls agreed with each other when it comes to a white button-down shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. The boys (or boy, since I really only asked one) said that he likes his girl to wear oversized t-shirts, preferably one that belongs to him. I personally like tank tops a lot, or just a plain white t-shirt with jeans. Not spaghetti top though, tank tops. I think we all have different things that turn us on, and some men may tell you that the only thing that matters is the size of their women's breasts. Either way, I am pretty sure that no one in this world is going to find Shayla's breasts to be anywhere close to be attractive. They are not even in the same vicinity of being mildly acceptable, to be honest, and men are not going to want to bed someone who could potentially kill them in the process of their self-destruction. So once again, when it comes to breasts, enough is enough. Really, enough is enough.