You know how people say that men are ALWAYS objectifying women? Well, they are. However, women do it too. From their lips, nips and hips to their toe tips, a gal will eyeball a woman as collection of body parts nearly as readily as a man, per a new study.
A woman claiming to be the now infamous "Buxom Bandit" has surrendered to Australian police.
It's news to me but apparently it's National Cleavage Day. Or it's almost National Cleavage Day? Or maybe it was yesterday? Basically, what I'm gathering from the Internets is National Cleavage Day, although it doesn't have a definite assigned date, is celebrated in "either March or April" every year since it started 2002.
A new study reveals that when men see a lady who's showing a bit of flesh, their instinct immediately assumes that while she is capable of emotions, she's unable to think for herself. Scientists revealed that "the naked flesh is seen as capable of feeling and needing protection from harm."
It's always been a dream of mine to have a small piece of fabric, conspicuously shaped like a thong, to snap on to my bra in the rare occasion that my cleavage just isn't cutting it. Since there are plenty of everyday situations where a bodacious rack peaking through the v-neck of a cute top isn't appropriate—work, church and meeting the boyfriend's parents—the Cleava was designed to help women go from corporate to casual in no time, without the painstaking task of putting on a pesky camisole.
You may not have realized this, but men love boobs: their pillowy softness, the mesmerizing way in which they bounce, the responsiveness of the nips to both slight climate changes and soft caresses... So it stands to reason that the more boobage you have, the more of a man magnet you'd be. Right? We put Bust-Up Cups cleavage enhancers to the test. Did men notice?
Do you reveal a lot of cleavage? Layer on the cubic zirconia? Wear fake eyelashes on a regular basis? If so, we have bad news for you: Marie Claire's guy blogger doesn't want to date you. His 5 fashion turn-offs include too much make-up, too much cleavage, too much sexiness (he uses a different word for this), celebrity emulation and gaudiness. We weight in with our male fashion don'ts.
Besides confirmation that ABC's The Bachelor producers are indeed a bottom-feeding lot (more on this later), viewers of last night's two-hour premiere walked away with some fascinating new tidbits about love. For those who don't watch, the premise of this season's show is that Jason, a 32-year-old single dad from Seattle got down on one knee for Deanna Pappas, the most recent Bachelorette, but was ultimately dissed for a younger, "gnarly dude" snowboarder (with whom Pappas has since split). Now, with 3-year-old son Ty in tow, Jason's back on the hunt. Among the love lessons learned last night? The hot dog theory of men, thanks to Jillian, a Canadian contestant, and "vision boards" are not this Bachelor's thing. Cleavage and love poems are, however.
We usually don't associate the brrrr!-ful winter months with boobs hanging out of our clothes (that would be summertime!) but the Daily Mail points out a tricky sartorial trend: lots of cleavage with the holiday party dresses. Especially in such sweatpants-and-tee-shirts times, us single girls relish the holiday party for the chance to show off some cleavage and reel in a randy fellow. It's been a long time since our Sexy Police Woman / Sexy Nurse / Sexy Mailman costume at Halloween, after all. In northern climates, we're wearing down jackets from late September until late March, so dress-up opportunities are few and far between. The trick, of course, is to show off your girls in a sensible way. So how low should you go? Aim for what you feel comfortable with -- though we suggest you aim for social appropriate-ness. A cocktail party on a Saturday night? Go wild. An office party? Definitely show a bit less, but still enough to enchant Bingo in accounting. Synegogue or church? Cover 'em up.
When I go running I put my iPod in my sports bra—it just makes sense! I don't like to have something attached to my arm and carrying it in my hand messes with my stride; sticking a nano in my cleavage is easy! I'm shocked that more women don't do it. I admit, though, that I sometimes worry that my gym crush might wonder why I have wires coming out of my cleavage, and why I occasionally reach into my shirt and appear to be adjusting my boobs—I'm just skipping a song, I swear! So I'm not sure I'm into the idea of storing not just my iPod, but the entire contents of my purse, inside my bra. That's the concept behind the Cleavage Caddy (via Lemondrop), the signature product of Mazantri Creations, a company that's embraced the bra as storage. The idea of stashing a couple of bills and an ID in your bra isn't new, but the Caddy isn't just for cards and cash—there are compartments for a cellphone, pen, lip gloss—the works.