I haven’t ever understood the fascination with a fat ass on a woman. I know the anthropological reasons in primitive societies — where a wife’s ass was an indicator of her husband’s success, i.e. the better he fed her, the better provider he was — but I never understood the fascination for lard-assed women in the civilized world, and nor do these guys.
I know, I know: this post is useless without some kind of pictorial underpinning. [sigh]
…and that’s one of the least offensive examples out there. A single trip to WalMart… well, you know the rest. (No such pic posted, on humanitarian grounds.) And in any event, I speak not of the genus walmarta — those women who become pear-shaped either through diet, childbirth or unfortunate genetic background; I speak here of those vain modern women who have fat or worse injected into their posteriors to plump them out deliberately.
Anecdotally, a Black (female) friend once told me that Black women have fat asses as a protection against their male counterparts’ predilection for anal sex: “It keeps them further back” — but I don’t buy that, unless that’s the primal cause for Black men to have larger-than-average dicks, I dunno. Maybe, in the case of the Kardashian coven, the butt enlargements are simply done as an attractant for their favorite choice of partner (i.e. wealthy Black men).
What I do know is that this female trend towards buttock-amplification is pretty moronic, even when matched against female stupidity such as spending untold dollars on crap like anti-aging creams and potions (none of which work).
And I, for one, am not a huge fan thereof. In fact, were it not for her superstructure, I’d find Carol Vorderman quite unappealing.
But hey, as the man said: “A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of small minds.”
Within the bell curve, however, something that would occur more towards the middle — such as that as shown by Diogenes in her weekly series — is far more appealing:
What I also find unattractive, by the way, are those who inhabit the left-hand side of the same bell curve: the snake-hipped, flat-buttocked women of the runway model kind (which may also explain my disdain for the average Chinese or Japanese woman, few of whom seem to have any buttocks at all).
As with all things, sufficiency is what we strive for.
Except when it comes to boobage. Even I have my limits.