shells. Everywhere.
In the streets, supermarkets, restaurants, bars, everywhere.
And I'm not talking about war.
Though the war, we flip the ears for months. And we are promised blithely tears, blood, fire and lots of dust.
Civil War, total war, or both if we are wise. We are promised that for the late summer or autumn or winter. Maybe for Christmas-a phosphorous bomb, it must look pretty under the tree.
short, we expect that the sky is falling, no one asks us our opinion. And we will kindly requested at the fatal moment, to turn us into refugees, maimed, burned or in big stiffs.
No, I'm not talking about war.
I speak shells that cover the chest much of our women. And exploding necklines, obviously too tight.
There are all sizes. Mortar shells, shells of 60mm, 155mm and even 240mm, or should we rather say 43DD?
I understand that seeing her two mischievous pears to change slowly in ears dachshund, is not a happy prospect. A little touch here and there to clear a few scars of time password is not so bad. A nose that scorned either planed or lewd or délibidiné flop, I will.
But there is abuse. Abuse of shell, if I may reflect. And this is just the beginning, I promise you. It jostles, it seems, the gates of the sculptors of fresh meat and wilted ...
Notice that all projections are not appreciated by our beautiful silicone. And what are often those who inflate their storefront, which is behind the killing to deflate. Yes breasts, big-bottomed, no! But that's another debate.
Why? Because it's the fashion? Not really. Although some still buxom sneak in the pantheon of beautiful full color, it is far from generous shapes of yesteryear.
Beautiful socks from yesterday are today. At the plump regime of the Jardin des Tuileries, Maillol! At Weight Watchers, the Botero! May West? Go to the gym the fat!
Today, we are assured we, humanity -hear: the developed countries-that is more apricot melon. And Kate Moss has excited the firmament to Marilyn.
However, the attractiveness of men for the generous lolo has never wavered. Jane Mansfield to Pamela Anderson through the aptly named Gina Lollobrigida, and breasts were vehement dream of generations of pimply male and unbuttoned. And have inspired many, from Fellini to Russ Meyer.
But to make a national passion ... It's swollen!
Then again, why ?
The answer is sociological. There, Lebanon, 7 women to 1 man confirms there be. The competition is fierce. We therefore need all the advantages on his side to the man alluring, attracting and seducing the husband the father of her future offspring.
For this, we must know where the male tease it titillates the most.
And contrary to what many believe, there are more attractive than short skirt and seductive, that the high heel that enhances shapely leg and buttocks. And even that luscious mouth, filled as it is the most delicious pleasure of oaths.
There's womb.
This womb swollen with good milk. Reassuring and warm. Comforting and nurturing.
Because that purpose, man is a baby uncouth. Who has just swapped his shorts for a small boat Hugo Boss suit, his caramel for a cigar, and his slingshot for a rocket launcher.
But the bottom, the bottom is always the same: man is a child playing with big boy.
And then this child needs his mother. Pace Michel Onfray, Sigmund's father was not wrong on the line.
It is this promise that mother bears her breast silicone. And that the Lebanese end of psychologists have understood.
Otherwise why do we call it an implant "my-mmaire?
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