Seriously.
They're just breasts, people.
They're a body part, just like feet or elbows. But for some reason, western society has hoisted women's bazooms onto a pedestal.
In some cultures, beauty is signified by long, flowing locks. In others, it's thick thighs and skinny calves. But here in America, it's often exemplified by bra size.
A woman in Colorado Springs was convicted this week of taking part in a plot to off her boyfriend's mother in order to collect money to fund the boob job she desperately desired.
How disgusting is that?
And what's even more disgusting, in my opinion, is that her boyfriend was so supportive of the "measure" that he was willing to adios his mother so his girlfriend could rock more than a handful.
Police say the man planned to sell his mother's car and access her bank account to get the feel-up-fixing funds.
The plan, however, fell flat when the man's mother, after being attacked and struck in the head with a mimiature baseball bat, tripped her own car alarm.
The man has also been convicted in the case, but reports did not indicate what his sentence was.
(For the record, dear readers, please don't assume that I'm spouting off on this crime because I've got a chip on my shoulder about my own "chestal area." Genetics served me well, thank you very much.)
It just makes me sad that so many women can't be happy with whatever their genes gave them, and feel their life's prospects will be better with bags of Saline -or God forbid Silicone - boosting their busts.
Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes.