There’s no doubt about it: there are plenty of women out there who will do anything for bigger boobs. And why not? They get attention, make you seem smarter, help balance heavy loads on laundry day and can steer the car while applying mascara.
Take, for example, Annabel Newell, who upgraded from A’s to C’s because she didn’t like her body. Fair enough, it’s a free country and God bless her.
So what’s the problem? People are asking about them, often because they look so unreal:
- “When did you get them?”
- “Are they real?”
- “Can I touch them?”
- “Can they heal my canker sore, and how can you be so sure without trying first?”
Sure, they’re rude questions. People are jerks. End of story, right?
“‘We’ve sensationalized the whole plastic surgery industry with shows like Extreme Makeover and Nip/Tuck, so now people feel they can discuss it, even with complete strangers,’ [Newell] says. ‘But it’s none of your business, and it’s extremely offensive to pry. What if I was a cancer survivor?‘”
Ah, yes. Let’s blame television. Of course, it’s television’s fault that women with clinically recorded lower self-esteem and body issues get very obvious cosmetic surgery for attention, and then get upset because people can’t help but notice that they’re unnatural. Let’s blame everyone else and the boob tube (sorry) because people like this believe that we’re not born a complete person without huge knockers. (Not that The Guys haven’t tried eating more.)
And why can we say this kind of crap? Because Newell’s not a cancer survivor.
We don’t judge breast implants here at SG (we merely evaluate them for weight and texture); but, we do have a mean spot for neurotic whiners who compare their condition to having cancer.