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When I was in middle school it was deemed improper to pad your bra.  Everyone had heard the stories of the girls who tried it and the horror of the tissue or newspaper wads falling totally or partially out and the embarrassment (or lopsidedness) that ensued.  Now they just sell padded bras so young girls don't have to worry about it.  Forget all the discussions about modesty and honesty.  Want to look like you have more than "swollen mosquito bites" (as one friend used to complain about)?  Just buy a padded bra.

Imagine my shock when in college as we learned about adapting to other cultures, I found that not everyone values breast size the westerners do.  In Africa, you want to catch a man's eyes... pad your hips.  Not joking.

In China, you really want a man to lust after you?  Have small feet, wear sandals without socks, and paint your toenails.  Of course, you'll also be dubbed a scarlet letter woman, but every Asian knows that beauty is in the feet.

So imagine the laughter at our breakfast table this morning over the following article:
http://www.newsobserver.com/2010/08/26/648118/is-that-fanny-for-real.html#storylink=misearch
Barry Saunders may be irreverent, but he is quite funny.  This is just a little funnier than most. And it leaves me laughing, shaking my head like my Grandma and saying, "What is this world coming to?"

Comments

Jennifer said…
My hips are big so that's good for that part of the world.

I love flip flop and painted toe nails, but I think my feet might be a tad bit too big for them!
Lydia said…
Funny. Why can't we be happy with the way God created us? Oh, yeah....it's called Fear of Man:)

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