It’s the Boobie Generation

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My boyfriend and I went to a prom photo shoot at his daughter’s friend’s house. I’d never seen anything like it. Then again, I’ve never seen anything related to a prom because I didn’t go to mine. And before anyone thinks that no one asked me, hush up. I was dating someone at the time but I didn’t want to go. Corsages make my wrists look fat.

There must of been 50 couples milling around the backyard of this over the top McMansion. Think stone fountains, sweeping balconies and a perfectly manicured lawn; Housewives of New Jersey territory. Not only were the kids there, but the parents (and The Girlfriend Mom) were there too. It was like an award show with the adults standing outside the red carpet, as the kids sashayed in. Click, click, "Hey Tiffany, over here." Click, click "Michael smile." Click, click, "Brandy, you look beautiful."

But as I snapped a few candids of my boyfriend’s daughter and her beau, I was less interested in the dresses and more intrigued by the parade of ginormous mammaries! If anyone doubts the effects of hormones in our food, as well as environmental shifts (and not for the better) on prepubescent bodies, seeing this group of teenagers would dispel those doubts.

I’ve never seen so much cleavage in my life. Not only were there big boobies, but these girls looked like they were in their twenties and had already been ravaged by life. I think in some cases, they were ravaged by tanning beds. This is surely a different breed of teenage girl.

And then I looked at some of the mothers, because in some cases, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Maybe the way today’s youth looks is a combination of hormones and their mother’s influences on them. Maybe some mother’s project their own views of beauty onto their daughters.

I know mine did. Beauty and fashion were never her passion, which is why she still hasn’t mastered foundation application and lives most of her life in leggings. You gotta love her though, she looks about ten years younger than her peers.

When my boyfriend and I got in the car, I had to ask. "Do I look like those other women?" I know as women there’s always a tinge of distortion when it comes to being objective about how old we look, especially when we hit 40 and the rings around the neck start to look like those inside a giant sequoia. I like to think that I’m pretty truthful about my signs of age and to be honest, I DO NOT LOOK LIKE THOSE OTHER WOMEN.

And my boyfriend, god bless him, read from the only acceptable script for this scene. "Not at all, honey. You look half their age." Of course I returned the favor, it was the right thing to do. "You don’t look like those fathers either." Holy crap we’re attractive, youthful looking and humble.

 


 

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