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Getting to the bottom of butt obsession

Globe and Mail columnist Leah McLaren was recently complimented on her healthy butt, and seems utterly surprised that such a thing could happen. In fact, she's astonished that the stranger didn't notice her breasts. Really, she figures, don't boobs trump ass in terms of attractiveness? What is up with men and booty?

In an article today, she notes that bottoms are the new tops:
Leah McLaren butt picWhile women certainly worry about their breasts, the dilemma is simple – you either have cleavage or you don't. And if you want some, you know where the buy it. Bums, on the other hand, are rather more complicated. There is no “Perfect C” cup size to aspire to, and one woman's ideal butt is another's banana split disaster. There is something difficult to quantify about the female rear, which is why I've always studiously ignored my own.

But the park incident got me thinking – could “real” buns like my own be making a comeback? I asked a single male friend if he liked an ample behind (such as BeyoncĂ©'s, for instance) and he looked at me like I was nuts. “Men like small bums,” he said, “and anyone who tells you differently is lying.” This friend did not go so far as confessing to admire grown women with “12-year-old boy butts” as I have heard other ostensibly heterosexual men do, but I still found his answer somewhat alarming.
Men like small bums? Anyone who says differently is lying? I think Ms. McLaren needs new friends.

Comments

  1. Tastes vary widely, I suppose. A contestant at the Columbian Beauty Pageant was thrown out because her ass was too big (she was later reinstated). Personally, I though her ass wasn't big enough.

    I enjoy large posteriors and I cannot fib about that fact.

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