Breast Implants, better known as “fake tits” – their appearance are increasingly prevalent phenomenon among American women. British women as well. So, let us say, Anglo-American, or “Anglosphere” women.
I don’t notice them much among foreign women. They seem particularly absent among Asiatic races, as well as African (no real need there), and even among Europe the aesthetic finds them to be vulgar. But in America they are common. And what do I think of them?
They make me sad, and bring a tear to the corner of my eye.
I freely admit that I am a breast man, I am intensely attracted to curvy breasts and hips.
But there is something endearing, exquisitely so, and beautiful about a woman with very small breasts. The older I get, the more I find the unique aesthetic beauty of smaller breasts to be stunning. Why? Don’t know. But I do, especially on lithe slender women. Fake boob jobs look bizarre on them. Look at ancient Greek statures, look at the perfection of those small, pert, apple sized breasts.
Breasts are beautiful, small, or large, each have their own virtues and unique subtle beauty.
Often natural large breasts look perfect on larger, curvy women. Often natural smaller breasts look perfect on angular or slender women. In many cases smaller breasts also are endearingly cute on larger girls as well. And often larger natural breasts look stunning on smaller slender women as well.
Fake breasts, if well done, are simply neutral. They do not add to one’s attractiveness at all, but if done well then I can just ignore them.
And yes, everyone can tell if they are fake. No matter how well done they are. Now, if they are poorly done, they really stab at my sense of aesthetics and bring a tear to my eyes.
My aesthetic reaction is along the lines of “Who took a magic marker across the Monet, and then pissed on top of it?”
Fake breasts are not sexy, at best they have a slight tawdry trashy appeal. Arguably with the vulgar and coarse. At their very, very, best they may have some slight sex appeal, in most cases breast implants suck.
I worked at a restaurant with a woman who was a bit of a fading beauty, but still very attractive pushing the age of 35. Basically one of those girls who were knock outs in their 20s but then partying, smoking, boozing, and multiple heartbreaks took their toll.
Anyway, her breasts were around 36 C cups. She admitted to me in a moment of candor that she was working a second job to save up for a boob job. I told her she was insane. Her breasts were among the most beautiful of all of the girls who worked there, she had this low self esteem thing, she thought that by inflating her breasts she would attract a better class of man. Um, no. You will not. Giving up smoking, on the other hand, might go a long way.
Which brings me to my next point; smoking ages you, it puts years on your face. The only two things worse on your youthful beauty than smoking are hard liquor and cocaine.
Girls, for the love of God, Boob jobs: Don’t do it.