Check out this vintage ad. This small-boobed woman's bra is so good that perverts check her out with their telescopes from across the street.
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This is wrong on so many levels, and WTF there's a solar eclipse going on!! Are they suggesting that women can only pull this stunt off in the dusky light of such a celestial event, seems somewhat restrictive to me :):):)
A 2" Takahashi refractor would be perfect for making this kind of inner solar system observation. I think they have an f4.5 that would perform well under these dusky light conditions.
The symbolism of this ad is funny though- the tube pointed at the woman on the balcony- hehe, the ad guys have been at it for a long time. That is one ugly bra though, and it makes her orbs look more like missiles that are about to go off. Women will buy anything if they think it will make men look at them. You'd think someone would make an adjustable bra that would let the user change the direction and height of lift, point, and spread with the changing fashion seasons.
Oh, Steverino, "wrong"? It's RIGHT on so many levels, and the main one is, it's funny! Can you say, with a straight face, that this ad is in any shape or form (pun intended!:):) different from the more subtly presented ads for plastic surgery clinics, that promise big bouncin' perky hooters for the mammary-challenged?
You are right, though, on this point: society has moved far beyond the need for the helpful brassieres of yesteryear, which required hand-laundering and therefore enslaved women, who could have been out doing challenging and lucrative work instead of sudsing their lycra-and-foam hooter-holders.
Now it's so much easier! YAY for women's enlightenment! These days, a woman need only call a clinic and arrange an interview, and take a look at computer-generated images of what she COULD have in place of those sagging or pancaked little things she's been unhappy with for years. She can write a check, and then have the tits of her dreams. Or, more accurately, the tits of her husband's dreams.
I don't for one second buy that things have changed one bit since this ad ran. Men still admire a nice buoyant pair of you-know-whats, and women are still willing to pay to get 'em. I'd say women were better off in the old days---that space-age-looking bra was probably a LOT cheaper than breast augmentation.
And before you counter with a question, no, I have never had any of this done!:):)
bwj, funny in a schadenfreude kind of way! actually I was thinking more of the blatant peeping tom aspect more than anything; and what the heck is that thing she has up to her eye, the whole thing is just a bit funny-odd???
I wouldn't argue that men don't find a good pair of hooters attractive, we're wired that way (well most of us at least) and if some girls want falsies for their own self esteem then who am I to stop them; but all that silicone wouldn't be my cup of tea. As for the bra, well, that's got to be a lose-lose scenario, it's bound to end in disappointment and tears when the lights finally go on?
Oh and MRS bwj, that thought never crossed my mind for a second! Although now you mention it, it's an interesting question for you Catholics; aren't fake tit's like coveting your neighbour's wobbly bits? :):)
Stevie Wonder-bra, you are too disingenuous by 'arf. "What is that thing she has up to her eye?" you ask? Why, of course, it's a specially-designed solar filter marketed by the same corporation that sells those projectile C-cup undergarments!
So Dolly Dumplings can satisfy her astronomical curiosity without burning her retinae to a crisp, while providing pleasure for the Peeping Toms.
About those fellows on the roof: no woman minds if a man leers approvingly---as long as he stays on top of his own building. There's really only one peeper in the cartoon, anyway---the rest of the group are obviously gay, as they are evincing no interest in the woman and her dual cones of erotic charm.
Let's see, what else did you say...oh, yes, my husband would agree that, as the song says, "ain't nothing like the real thing baby".
I'd only add, a'propos of nothing, that the two women in the ad do not seem to be the same person. The one on the balcony is brunette, and wearing a plaid frock, while the close-up gal is---well, we've said enough about her. But yes, at the end of the day, she's gonna have to remove that armor, and the truth will come out---or, fall down.
I will have to call our Monsignor and ask what the Church's stance on vanity breast surgery is. I can't say I know!:):)
Something tells me this is an Edwared Bernays inspired advertisement. He's the guy that came up with the idea of putting an egg in cake mixes- and it worked, sales went up after the instructions said to put an egg in it. His theory was that an egg would do two things, appeal to a woman's subconscious sense of fertility and also take away some of her guilt at making cakes from a mix that just required adding water or milk.
I'm not really an astronomical type, I just have a passing interest in it. I do have a telescope but it's a waste of time at our latitude because you can rarely see anything very clearly because of all the water in the atmosphere. Still, it's a sort of mystical experience to look at things far away and it is fun to think about how much time ancient people must have spent working out the motions of the bodies in the sky.
Well, GW, bless those ancient peoples' hearts, that's all they had to DO back then, as the poor darlings didn't have iPods, Wii-Fit, Facebook, and four zillion cable channels! So the likes of Euclid and Archimedes had to amuse themselves the best they could, I guess. I never heard of the cake-mix guy but he sounds as if he had some time on his hands, too.
Steve---I've been doing my Italian-class homework for the past 2 hours (our vocab is all about cars, car parts, driving, and WOW is it ever boring!) but I had to look up the idiom for "flat tire" in my handy Big Dick (that's our class's affectionate term for the huge 5-pound *dizionario* we lug around) and I discovered that *gli italiani* have a whole separate term for "flat-chested." A tire that has flattened is *a terra* (literally, "to earth,") but a flat chest is described as *piatto*---which also means "plate" or "platter." But any woman who doesn't like being a plate can just don one of those 1950s bras and become a brimming *ciotola* (bowl)!
This just in from one of my favorite joke-tellers! I can't tell jokes well myself (I provide too many extraneous details, forget the punch line, etc.)
"Aunt Mildred was a 93-year-old woman who was particularly despondent over the recent death of her husband. She decided that she would just kill herself and join him in death. Thinking that it would be best to get it over with quickly, she took out his old Army pistol and made the decision to shoot herself in the heart, since it was badly broken in the first place.
Not wanting to miss the vital organ and become a vegetable and a burden to someone, she called her doctor's office to inquire as to just exactly where the heart would be on a woman. The doctor said, 'Your heart would be just below your left breast.'
Later that night........ Mildred was admitted to the hospital with a gunshot wound to the knee."
bwj: LOL, time and gravity certainly are cruel mistresses.
Oh you show off, "Italian classes"!
I'm hopeless at Italian, I just end up speaking French, with an accent :) But surely a piatto (piatti?) trump a fake ciotola if there is any chance that said "cuccioli" might see the light of la giorno?
Poor old Aunt Mildred, of course, her heart was broken because of old Uncle Mildred who (a month before his untimely demise) called the same doctor because he had a secret date with an 18 year old hottie, he asked her for something to boost his er um, "performance", she prescribed some extra strong Viagra warning him not to "over do it"; the next day he called the doctor again, highly distressed and in tears, sir, please calm down she said what's the problem? Doctor, doctor I think my elbow is broken - your elbow! she exclaims, yes he says, the bitch didn't show up!
I had to look up *cuccioli*---awwww, it means "puppies"! I'll have to write to my Venetian friend and see if that's what they call 'em---or rather, if it's what one would say in public. I looked up "breast" and it's *il seno*---now, why would a woman's puppies be masculine in gender?
Italian is wonderful! I still love French best, but had to drop out of my Alliance Francaise group when I started Italian 7 years ago, as it was too confusing doing 2 languages. We meet at the teacher's house and drink wine, have antipasti, and chatter away...and play games. *Pericolo* is my favorite---sort of like Jeopardy.
Oh, well, I've certainly enjoyed the silly topic! My husband has a book called *The Big Damn Book of Sheer Manliness* with all sorts of male trivia---there's a list of 124 nicknames for *cuccioli*...my favorite being "Gland Canyon."
Y'all's stuff has some fairly demeaning sobriquets, too---"skin flute" and "meat whistle" being among the most dignified! My husband disapproves---he says he prefers simply "The Big Boss."
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This is wrong on so many levels, and WTF there's a solar eclipse going on!! Are they suggesting that women can only pull this stunt off in the dusky light of such a celestial event, seems somewhat restrictive to me :):):)
A 2" Takahashi refractor would be perfect for making this kind of inner solar system observation. I think they have an f4.5 that would perform well under these dusky light conditions.
The symbolism of this ad is funny though- the tube pointed at the woman on the balcony- hehe, the ad guys have been at it for a long time. That is one ugly bra though, and it makes her orbs look more like missiles that are about to go off. Women will buy anything if they think it will make men look at them. You'd think someone would make an adjustable bra that would let the user change the direction and height of lift, point, and spread with the changing fashion seasons.
Oh, Steverino, "wrong"? It's RIGHT on so many levels, and the main one is, it's funny! Can you say, with a straight face, that this ad is in any shape or form (pun intended!:):) different from the more subtly presented ads for plastic surgery clinics, that promise big bouncin' perky hooters for the mammary-challenged?
You are right, though, on this point: society has moved far beyond the need for the helpful brassieres of yesteryear, which required hand-laundering and therefore enslaved women, who could have been out doing challenging and lucrative work instead of sudsing their lycra-and-foam hooter-holders.
Now it's so much easier! YAY for women's enlightenment! These days, a woman need only call a clinic and arrange an interview, and take a look at computer-generated images of what she COULD have in place of those sagging or pancaked little things she's been unhappy with for years. She can write a check, and then have the tits of her dreams. Or, more accurately, the tits of her husband's dreams.
I don't for one second buy that things have changed one bit since this ad ran. Men still admire a nice buoyant pair of you-know-whats, and women are still willing to pay to get 'em. I'd say women were better off in the old days---that space-age-looking bra was probably a LOT cheaper than breast augmentation.
And before you counter with a question, no, I have never had any of this done!:):)
Marty, what a fantastic idea! A great gimmick - you could really market that one: "One bra for all occasions".
And that stuff about viewing eclipses - are you an astonomical type?
bwj, funny in a schadenfreude kind of way! actually I was thinking more of the blatant peeping tom aspect more than anything; and what the heck is that thing she has up to her eye, the whole thing is just a bit funny-odd???
I wouldn't argue that men don't find a good pair of hooters attractive, we're wired that way (well most of us at least) and if some girls want falsies for their own self esteem then who am I to stop them; but all that silicone wouldn't be my cup of tea. As for the bra, well, that's got to be a lose-lose scenario, it's bound to end in disappointment and tears when the lights finally go on?
Oh and MRS bwj, that thought never crossed my mind for a second! Although now you mention it, it's an interesting question for you Catholics; aren't fake tit's like coveting your neighbour's wobbly bits? :):)
Stevie Wonder-bra, you are too disingenuous by 'arf. "What is that thing she has up to her eye?" you ask? Why, of course, it's a specially-designed solar filter marketed by the same corporation that sells those projectile C-cup undergarments!
So Dolly Dumplings can satisfy her astronomical curiosity without burning her retinae to a crisp, while providing pleasure for the Peeping Toms.
About those fellows on the roof: no woman minds if a man leers approvingly---as long as he stays on top of his own building. There's really only one peeper in the cartoon, anyway---the rest of the group are obviously gay, as they are evincing no interest in the woman and her dual cones of erotic charm.
Let's see, what else did you say...oh, yes, my husband would agree that, as the song says, "ain't nothing like the real thing baby".
I'd only add, a'propos of nothing, that the two women in the ad do not seem to be the same person. The one on the balcony is brunette, and wearing a plaid frock, while the close-up gal is---well, we've said enough about her. But yes, at the end of the day, she's gonna have to remove that armor, and the truth will come out---or, fall down.
I will have to call our Monsignor and ask what the Church's stance on vanity breast surgery is. I can't say I know!:):)
Something tells me this is an Edwared Bernays inspired advertisement. He's the guy that came up with the idea of putting an egg in cake mixes- and it worked, sales went up after the instructions said to put an egg in it. His theory was that an egg would do two things, appeal to a woman's subconscious sense of fertility and also take away some of her guilt at making cakes from a mix that just required adding water or milk.
I'm not really an astronomical type, I just have a passing interest in it. I do have a telescope but it's a waste of time at our latitude because you can rarely see anything very clearly because of all the water in the atmosphere. Still, it's a sort of mystical experience to look at things far away and it is fun to think about how much time ancient people must have spent working out the motions of the bodies in the sky.
Well, GW, bless those ancient peoples' hearts, that's all they had to DO back then, as the poor darlings didn't have iPods, Wii-Fit, Facebook, and four zillion cable channels! So the likes of Euclid and Archimedes had to amuse themselves the best they could, I guess. I never heard of the cake-mix guy but he sounds as if he had some time on his hands, too.
Steve---I've been doing my Italian-class homework for the past 2 hours (our vocab is all about cars, car parts, driving, and WOW is it ever boring!) but I had to look up the idiom for "flat tire" in my handy Big Dick (that's our class's affectionate term for the huge 5-pound *dizionario* we lug around) and I discovered that *gli italiani* have a whole separate term for "flat-chested." A tire that has flattened is *a terra* (literally, "to earth,") but a flat chest is described as *piatto*---which also means "plate" or "platter." But any woman who doesn't like being a plate can just don one of those 1950s bras and become a brimming *ciotola* (bowl)!
This just in from one of my favorite joke-tellers! I can't tell jokes well myself (I provide too many extraneous details, forget the punch line, etc.)
"Aunt Mildred was a 93-year-old woman who was particularly despondent over the recent death of her husband. She decided that she would just kill herself and join him in death.
Thinking that it would be best to get it over with quickly, she took out his old Army pistol and made the decision to shoot herself in the heart, since it was badly broken in the first place.
Not wanting to miss the vital organ and become a vegetable and a burden to someone, she called her doctor's office to inquire as to just exactly where the heart would be on a woman. The doctor said, 'Your heart would be just below your left breast.'
Later that night........ Mildred was admitted to the hospital with a gunshot wound to the knee."
bwj: LOL, time and gravity certainly are cruel mistresses.
Oh you show off, "Italian classes"!
I'm hopeless at Italian, I just end up speaking French, with an accent :) But surely a piatto (piatti?) trump a fake ciotola if there is any chance that said "cuccioli" might see the light of la giorno?
Poor old Aunt Mildred, of course, her heart was broken because of old Uncle Mildred who (a month before his untimely demise) called the same doctor because he had a secret date with an 18 year old hottie, he asked her for something to boost his er um, "performance", she prescribed some extra strong Viagra warning him not to "over do it"; the next day he called the doctor again, highly distressed and in tears, sir, please calm down she said what's the problem? Doctor, doctor I think my elbow is broken - your elbow! she exclaims, yes he says, the bitch didn't show up!
Boom Boom :)
I had to look up *cuccioli*---awwww, it means "puppies"! I'll have to write to my Venetian friend and see if that's what they call 'em---or rather, if it's what one would say in public. I looked up "breast" and it's *il seno*---now, why would a woman's puppies be masculine in gender?
Italian is wonderful! I still love French best, but had to drop out of my Alliance Francaise group when I started Italian 7 years ago, as it was too confusing doing 2 languages. We meet at the teacher's house and drink wine, have antipasti, and chatter away...and play games. *Pericolo* is my favorite---sort of like Jeopardy.
Oh, well, I've certainly enjoyed the silly topic! My husband has a book called *The Big Damn Book of Sheer Manliness* with all sorts of male trivia---there's a list of 124 nicknames for *cuccioli*...my favorite being "Gland Canyon."
Y'all's stuff has some fairly demeaning sobriquets, too---"skin flute" and "meat whistle" being among the most dignified! My husband disapproves---he says he prefers simply "The Big Boss."
bwj: "Gland canyon" that one would make Russ Meyers proud!
Your old fella's book sounds like it would make an ideal secret Santa gift for the single "geezers" in my office, thanks for the tip!
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