A Layperson's Psychological Take on Fake Breasts

Well it's official; the average cup size has grown from a B cup to a whopping C cup. I am now a below average breasted female by not joining the ranks a of the big fake boob craze. I can live with that, but what I can't live with is what I fear fake boobs mean.

What do they represent? Freedom to choose our own body parts? Self-esteem? Sexual confidence? Let's take a step back for a moment, the fake boob craze first appeared in porn (which speaks volumes) and quickly filtered into the mainstream. I guess the idea was to look like a sexual diva in perpetual lactation mode. In short, it is the only way to have eternally youthful breasts no matter what else chooses to go south. Or is it something else? Big boobs simulate a nursing mother or in simple terms, a fertile woman capable of successful child-bearing, which indirectly brings men back, in a sexual way, to the loving comfort they received from their mothers. Do we really want to attract a guy who's looking for his mommy?

When I think about how badly the feminist movement has back fired on women, I wonder, how equal pay turned into the fake breast frenzy. We went from, 'We will wear no bra's to defying gravity so we won't need bra's.' Well, in some ways maybe we asked for it, not only do we want to compete with men, we want the armored breasts of steel to do it. Maybe women are the new men behaving like male birds who flap their wings to expand their chests in hopes of attracting potential mates. Or are we simply over-compensating for our newfound job opportunities, and our fake breasts are the booby prizes for finally letting us in the boys club. Like a silent scream that says, 'I may not be Betty Crocker, but I can bring home the bacon and look like a porn star to make all your bedroom fantasies come true.' Is that what we really want to communicate to our eligible bachelors? Or are we prostituting ourselves with augmentation because we fear we won't attract a man without them or has it merely become an accepted protocol of keeping up with the Jones' boobs?