The duality of sexual ideation and the biological function of female breasts first occurred to me, in a seriously conscious way that is, over 20 years ago while I was getting stoned with a college friend (Hi Rick!) We were watching a juvenile movie ( Party Animal ) that had a scene panning left to right across a long line of breasts filmed from the neck down. I was struck profoundly by the surreal nature of it, like watching a documentary on mammary glands and breast milk production rather than the intended sexually provocative scene. That said, cleavage arouses me, as I'm a heterosexual male; but, I'm not so obtuse I fail to understand complaints that when guys objectify breasts in a way that separates them from the human they are attached to, it pisses women off. And rightly so. Salma Hayek is beautiful and sexually attractive. No kidding. She has large breasts, and apparently the larger the breasts, th e broader the license to make fun, debase, and, or sexualize the...
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