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A Boob's Life: How America's Obsession Shaped Me--And You
by Leslie Lehr
I picked up this book almost as a goof. After a tome or two on planetary physics and physical anthropology and the Spanish Civil War, I needed a break. Here, judging by its cover, was a humorous take on America’s unhealthy obsession with the human breast. I thought I’d learn a little history, have a few laughs, toss the book a star or two, and move on. I was so wrong.
Okay, I was right about one thing. It is a history lesson on this country’s sexually obsessive neurosis. But that’s really only a conduit for a very intimate and sometimes heart-wrenching autobiography.
To be honest, my thoughts about boobs had rarely gone much deeper than the objectification that my American self was programmed for. I had never really contemplated the psychological and cultural significance of breasts and bras and that deep, soft cleavage a guy could get lost in. Wait… what were we talking about?
Breasts. Boobies. Ta-Ta’s. Their presence announces to the world who you are. Their absence announces to the world who you are not. Their size is considered inversely proportional to intelligence. They make and break relationships. They make and break careers. They populate art works and advertising. They feed babies. And they kill thousands and thousands of human beings every year.
A Boob’s Life is Leslie Lehr’s journey. It’s her saga of growing-up and growing-older in a world replete with insecurities and implants, feminists and chauvinists, marriages and divorces, misogynistic politics and archaic ideologies, cancers and chemotherapies. I feel a little less flippant, a little more humble, and a lot more enlightened.
Okay, I was right about one thing. It is a history lesson on this country’s sexually obsessive neurosis. But that’s really only a conduit for a very intimate and sometimes heart-wrenching autobiography.
To be honest, my thoughts about boobs had rarely gone much deeper than the objectification that my American self was programmed for. I had never really contemplated the psychological and cultural significance of breasts and bras and that deep, soft cleavage a guy could get lost in. Wait… what were we talking about?
Breasts. Boobies. Ta-Ta’s. Their presence announces to the world who you are. Their absence announces to the world who you are not. Their size is considered inversely proportional to intelligence. They make and break relationships. They make and break careers. They populate art works and advertising. They feed babies. And they kill thousands and thousands of human beings every year.
A Boob’s Life is Leslie Lehr’s journey. It’s her saga of growing-up and growing-older in a world replete with insecurities and implants, feminists and chauvinists, marriages and divorces, misogynistic politics and archaic ideologies, cancers and chemotherapies. I feel a little less flippant, a little more humble, and a lot more enlightened.