When Nindya tagged me at her blog to write a post about boobs, I silently cursed the idea of viral blogging.. Oh yes, I’m perfectly straight, before you start to question my sexual orientation. Yet, I was, – and still am, puzzled about the concept of boobs. I don’t have one, – let alone a pair of them. You can imagine my serious dilemma here…
This was made even harder since apparently I was known in the online world as a blogger who write inspiring posts, – sometimes even philosophical. How on earth are you supposed to spin the notion of mammary glands into an inspiration ? Beats me.
Yet I shall try. What I’m going to offer is my personal guess of why are men fascinated with breasts. It is by no means scientific, as my mind doesn’t work well in this time of day ( I wrote this at 9 AM ). I will not also go down the route of sexual orientation here. Obviously, the first reason why men love boobs is because it is what it is. Boobs are boobs, and men are men. That one is pretty crystal-clear, so it’s best left alone.
What I do think is, the roots of breasts admiration stretched back to one’s childhood. Breasts are the sole mode of survival for most babies, be them female or male infants. This fact alone explains a lot for us. If boobs are the only means for little human beings, surely it’s understandable if their worship of it are carried on to adulthood ? The only difference maybe that in adults, such admiration lies dormant and a lot more subtle. Well, maybe not. 🙂 But I mean, it will be very rare thing indeed if you can find a man who pouts his mouth and tries to suckle like a baby at a pair of boobs he admired…
On the other hand, this silly hypothesis is problematic. One may argue, if such is the case, why then women do not share same fascination ? After all, the female of the species also fed at their mother breasts, didn’t they ? How come women don’t stare at them the way men do at some later point in their lives ? This is a rather difficult antithesis to tackle. Again, I can only guess. I feel that this is the point where we must turn to a Freudian discourse for a possible answer.
Women don’t stare at each other’s boobs and admire them because of one thing : They don’t have this thing called Oedipus Complex when they were kids. When you turn the coin to look at the other side, I think that this must be it. We have reached the end of our quest for the holy answer. Coupled with the fact that breasts are the life-sustainer for babies; Oedipus Complex amplifies men’s needs for boobs. Notice the usage of the word “need”. I honestly feel that men are not just merely fascinated with them. They validly need the breasts itself, to have and to hold, to stare and behold….
In the case of female infants, their desires pale overtime as they grow their own breasts. It is a classic case of “You-don’t-know-what-you-got-till-you-lose-it”, – inverted. Once you own something, it quickly lose its charm over you. In fact, – on another story and another occasion, this premise will explain a particular psychological phenomenon for female infants : penis envy. But I don’t want to digress….
Where then, is the position of boobs for our current society ? I honestly have no idea. What got apparent as I wrote this is the importance of breasts for mankind. Boobs are absolutely crucial for our survival. With that in mind, I’ll ask you all to share a moment of silence with me, and bow to this most noble physical apparatus of all : Boobs.
P.S. : I’ll only tag one person for this one : @rampok. Do your thang, dude..!