I always had a pretty accurate idea as to why I love knockers. Tits are awesome. So I did a little bit of internet research and found out that the male obsession with women’s breasts is bang on what I thought.
In a linear world full of hard edges and harder realities, breasts are soft, welcoming and non-threatening . With their obvious connection to breast-feeding, and by extension childhood, breasts remind us of our halcyon days when our mothers protected us from all the world’s evils.
A-cup or Z-cup, breasts define femininity in the same way that channel surfing and participating in fantasy sports leagues define masculinity. Breasts hint at a woman’s ability to nurture and sustain life. They also point to a woman’s capacity to breed, as they signal the onset of puberty. It’s for this reason that we can find Pamela Anderson’s breasts alluring while we can be disgusted by Ned Beatty’s floppy man tits in Deliverance (sorry Ned).
According to Charles Darwin and his theory of evolution, we subconsciously select partners who are healthy and appear capable of reproduction — all of which explains why the frail Darwin had so much time to write books rather than go out on dates.
According to his research, men are attracted to bazooms (especially the more shapely variety) because they are indicative of a strong constitution and an ability to further propagate the species. Although reproduction is no longer our top priority, this instinct remains despite centuries of evolution (much like our own nipples).
So there we have it ladies… it’s a natural thing when we stare at your tits. Don’t take it personal, don’t get uppity, don’t get stuck up, don’t get offended. Just realise we are only doing what comes instinctively. We can’t help it if we happen to like acting instinctively