Photo courtesy  Wake Up Frankie


A Boob Job Piggy Bank?

I saw this over on BoingBoing where response to it varies from appalled to amused. It is being sold on a website that specializes in room decor for women "ages 13-22."  Is this a good thing, even for those who are 18 and older?


Pin money, egg money, boob money

Pin money, a term used to describe money set aside for luxuries desired by a woman, egg money, money belonging to the wife of a household: both these terms, although they come from an oppressive time for women, describe money that belonged to a woman and that was to be spent as she saw fit. The luxuries purchased were rare and personal. Saving up pennies for pins (which were dearly expensive and hard to come by in the 16th, 17th and 18th centuries) is a long way from saving dollars for boobs.

Sure it can be argued that the jar is just a gag gift, not meant to be taken seriously. But it is just one more message out there encouraging young girls and women to dream about and aspire to, not a trip to Venice, an original piece of art, learning a new skill or winning a race, but to aspire to altering their physicality.



Books like My Beautiful Mommy, by Michael Salzhauer, MD (a plastic surgeon) which teaches kids from 4-7 that we need plastic surgery to 'feel better' and look 'beautiful' start the indoctrination early. With books like that and ways to decorate your room with insecurity boosters, it's no wonder that bullying because of breast size has come into play in girls as young as 12:

Metro.co.uk says:

Girls as young as 12 have been given breast implants to help them overcome bullying in the playground, it has emerged.

They had surgery to help them with 'self-confidence issues', leading plastic surgeon Douglas McGeorge said. 

His work has been condemned by children's charities. But Mr McGeorge defended his decision to put youngsters under the knife, saying it can have an 'immensely positive impact on quality of life.'

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From the book, The Consequence of Wings
By Annette Marie Hyder

Huge mammoth hooters
mine are not.
My cup does not
runneth over.
But they're full
of personality
really outgoing.

Every time I
bend over low
they peek out at
the doctor's/salesman's/UPS guy's
face
to see him drop his
composure/stance/jaw.

I like to display these
brazen bas-reliefs
on pedestals
like works of art
unveil them slowly
theatrically.

What could be better
than cherries
on top of ice-cream sundaes?

I have brought down
Goliaths
with these small missiles.
And while it is true
that I have used them,
I've always only used them
for good.

A Wonderbra?
That would be like
giving firecrackers
a pep talk
like asking helium
to rise.