Hey people. Toolsman here. So the holidays are over and it’s back to the craziness this life brings. I’m really sorry I don’t have any thought-provoking/intelligent topic for us to discuss today. Infact, I really don’t know how to term today’s dialogue but I’d like to crave your indulgence and ask that you ‘humour’ me with your responses.
It all started a couple of days back when I changed my Twitter app. The new app was recently developed and it had all the new techy features. One of those features is the scarily vivid thumbnails of the avatars on one’s timeline. Now, by scarily vivid, I mean, the images are so refined that you can almost see all the details without enlarging it. Coming from my old app on which I hardly ever had avatars turned on, this was a major difference. First glance at my timeline and I almost didn’t recognize anyone. It almost felt like I had signed into the wrong account. I instantly took notice of the avatars and as I scrolled through my timeline, it was almost as if there was a pattern.
I’ve never been able to decide if I’m really a boobs or ass man. I’m probably stuck somewhere in between but like most men, I appreciate a well-packaged and erm… well-presented pair of ‘breastices’. By the time I zoomed into the third avatar, I leaned back on my chair and thought to myself… So…. ?
Being a teasing man, I have come to learn that the actual process of enticement or seduction doesn’t happen outside the mind. Yes, it might start there but it’s completed in ones mind. As a result, I’ve always been an advocate of ‘less can be more‘ (notice I said ‘can’ because a lot of factors go into that). I really don’t know what it is (and that’s part of why we are here), maybe education, independence, societal pressure or whatever but over the past few years, I’ve discovered that our women ‘seem’ to have almost lost respect for that one sexual body part every man in the world should have had some sort of connection with regardless of their sexual status/preferences.
Yes. I’m talking about the breastices, tits, jugs, bazoomas, breasts and in plain english: boobies.
This is a Wednesday Dialogue post, it will eventually lead to some sort of debate but before then, please bear with me as I present my case. Let me journey back a few years to my freshman year at Unilag (ok, a lot of years). I remember the excitement that came with my admission and the subsequent resumption of lectures. I was going to be in Unilag; the social capital of Lagos. That easily meant access to all the crazy, willing-to-explore-whatever girls in Nigeria. Ok, I was really young back then but you get the point.
One of the first things that however got my attention back then was how self-conscious a lot of the girls in school were. Yes, they were mostly down for whatever but only the really bold ones would even come to class sporting a really low-necked tank top. It just seemed out of place. Fast forward a lot some years forward and it’s almost as if the sexual revolution is back but only bolder and more aggressive. I was in Unilag all through last week for a work-related project and My God, it was erm… Fleshy, to say the least.
Before you think I’m a cave man who thinks women should be wrapped up everywhere they go, let me just say – I’m not. I’ve sometimes encouraged my own sister to loosen up her dressing a bit. What then am I going on about?
How much of cleavage is too much cleavage?
Yesterday, I tweeted: “… how valuable is a woman’s cleavage nowadays?” and I got an array of interesting answers. Personally, I don’t mind the occasional tease. I need some erm… “Encouragement” from time to time don’t I? But when you bait a horse with so many apples too often, it gets bored and starts to crave something else.
Thankfully I’m not yet at that point and even if I was, this post isn’t my attempt at getting women to start exposing other body parts. Cleavage will forever attract men (it’s the forerunner to a taste we acquired very early on) but if you make a habit of putting it in our faces all the time then don’t blame us if that’s all we ever want from you.
So what do I want to know? For the guys reading this, take a step back from hating me for writing this and please tell us how much value you would ascribe to a woman’s cleavage nowadays with respect to other body parts? And for the women, has it almost become second nature for you to show cleavage? Do you make conscious efforts to put it out there because you think or know it gets guys attention? So, people, let’s talk boobies. Use the comment box and speak your mind. Cheers.