For boobs who like to look at boobs...
One of my readers, who calls himself "firefall" in the blogosphere, got a chuckle out of this post, in which I recounted my verbal bitchslap of a coworker who felt the need to point out the existence of my breasts. 'Cause, you know, I tend to forget that they're there, unless a vigilant, male Good Samaritan reminds me. Now, I can appreciate that men appreciate breasts, but click the link if you don't understand why such "admiration" can sometimes be a turnoff.
Anyhow, firefall came up with an interesting product idea:
Is this hysterical?? It's not the original graphic that firefall sent me (it wouldn't upload for some reason), so I used my artistic powers to recreate his vision. The results are...disturbing, to say the very least. It reminds me of that old Saturday Night Live skit where Kirstie Alley was the leader of an advanced all-female race of aliens whose had evolved to have their eyes on their breasts. The male astronauts who landed on their planet couldn't believe their luck at having found a group of women that had to be addressed by looking at their tits.
Some would say that it's funny and functional, but women won't be buying them anytime soon. We already know that the American male needs no extra "encouragement" to check out the breasticles.