I interrupt Terena Scott week here at Jordan's Muse to bring you this rant:
Killing me with Cleavage
I am so tired of breasts. I think it's great that we women are liberated enough to wear more cleavage than actual shirt these days without shame or fear of repercussion, but can I be honest with you? I am not that interested in seeing your breasts as I ring up your books, or buy my turkey sandwich from you. I am NOT more apt to give you a tip at my favorite restaurant (and sorry, ladies, but neither is my husband) if I happen to be seeing more tit per square inch.
I think it's wonderful that you feel so good about your breasts as to want to share them with the world--especially those of you who nature blessed that way. I am happy that you don't cover them up with baggy sweatshirts or overly-restrictive bras. I'm glad that you have a great relationship with your boobs.
But I don't need to know them that intimately. I really, really don't.
I guess I'll just have to suffer.