My eyes are up here.
Let’s be frank for a moment: Boobs are awesome.
They’re a tactile dream: soft, round, delicious with a distracting embellishment at the tip. They are the anatomical equivalent of the peanut butter cyclops cookie. They’re also capable of providing complete sustenance for a growing human being (this part being less like cookies), which is quite a parlor trick.
One of the most intriguing things about boobs is the variety they come in. If tits had their own nation someone would eventually refer to it as a melting pot. You can see their outline, their size, maybe even catch a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage (and all those vary widely from person to person), but you have to do some real exploring to find out what the nipples are really like. They can be big, small, corks, nubs, dark, pale, perfectly delineated circles, gradients, smooth, bumpy, crinkly, and/or run through with metal, among many other possibilities. Sometimes it’s maddening trying to guess. Sometimes when you finally get to play with them you realized you had it entirely wrong, and that’s kind of amazing. I love being wrong. I love discovering.
Playboy has this Evolution of the Boob article on their website. It’s about what style of breasts were in vogue which decade (starting with the ’50s, when Playboy started). It’s possible that Playboy is really primarily talking about the preferences of its own editors over time, but to a point you can’t argue with the fact that tit fashions change. That being said, I’m not sure I’ve ever looked at a topless woman and thought, “those are so last season”.
Perhaps even more than decades, people have preferences. I like all the boobs, but there’s something about those ’60s torpedo boobs that I find very compelling.
But I don’t believe I’ve met many people who have admitted to preferring augmented breasts. I’m not sure if they’re actually unpopular or if that’s just the crowd I tend to run with (I mean, obviously they’re not presenting a huge handicap if women keep getting them). But somehow or other I’ve gotten this impression that a boob job would indeed limit my sexual options, or at least be a liability.
I don’t see a problem with fake tits; I’m fine with most body modification. And I don’t see why they would deter me from having sex with someone. But I can say this: bare augmented breasts often somehow look less naked than natural ones. It just feels like the woman still has something on, even when she’s totally stripped. Maybe that’s why the people who don’t like them really don’t like them. Implants do make for amazing cleavage, though.
I think augmented boobs might be exactly like makeup; people don’t like it when they notice it. A huge majority of men say they don’t like makeup, and they also respond better to pictures of women wearing makeup. Reason: they just don’t like obvious makeup.
If I can’t tell boobs are augmented, then they’re fine with me. The way I can usually tell with otherwise good ones is if they don’t follow gravity right. Real boobs droop a bit, and the augmented ones don’t droop the same way especially when the woman who has them is not standing straight up.
Not only do I dislike boobs that I can tell are fake, I also like small boobs as well as big ones. And I’m sure not the only guy who thinks that. So it’s worth thinking twice if one is thinking breast augmentation because one thinks “men” like it.
I rarely say this, but I agree with every word that the above post just said. ;)
I’ll add, too, that it’s amazing to see the spectrum of different colors and shapes and textures that the breasts (especially the nipples) will go through, at various speeds, in response to various physical, chemical, or psychological stimuli. The gradiant can be quite dramatic in some women. (Okay, that’s sexist. It occurs in men, too, but I just don’t notice, much.)