No, You Cannot ‘Motorboat’ Me, and Other Things I Shouldn’t Have to Say This Often

Christina and I have something in common – we're up here, guys.

I realize that, to my flatter-chested lady friends, the contents of the following post are going to be about as irritating as the “I’m so pretty that no one takes me seriously and other girls hate me” articles, but believe me when I tell you that I, unlike biotches like Samantha Brick, have a real problem here.

Okay, probably not. But I do have a series of not-often-discussed small inconveniences to get off my big chest.

See, it’s hard out there for a chesty girl. And I should know – especially for a once-petite, pasty ginger, I am a pretty chesty girl. Not Christina Hendricks chesty, but then again, her bosom is superhuman. I won’t bore/titillate you with measurements (yes, the breast puns are going to just keep happening in this post!), but well, my lovely lady lumps are hefty.  And while that’s apparently a desirable thing among certain neanderthal-esque sitcom males, it comes with its own set of weird problems. Here are a few.

1. People think they can comment on them. This one is inexplicable to me; weirder still is the fact that other women are the main culprits. Men either aren’t as into breasts as beer commercials would like us to believe (more on that later) or they’re actually aware of how inappropriate it would be to tell me how big my boobs are. Women, however, have no such filter. I cannot tell you how often other ladies, including (sorry guys) my closest friends, tell me things like, “Oh my God your boobs look huge today.” Now, would I ever tell you that your butt/thighs/pores look huge? God, no. But somehow commenting on my chest is considered a compliment, rather than just, you know, weird. The title of this post is actually not an exaggeration — people ask if they can motorboat me on a surprisingly regular basis. It’s mystifying.

Maybe this girl could get a better job if Banana Republic made Oxford shirts that would actually fit her!

2. I look porny in really normal outfits. The biggest problem? Business attire. Clothing companies simply don’t make blouses for double-D’s. The top few buttons inevitably look like they’re about to bust, making me look like I’m playing a sexy secretary/naughty librarian/litigious lady CEO rather than preparing for a real-life, serious-pants interview or career. I don’t mean to draw attention to my chest most of the time, but with most clothing these days looking like it was made for Tilda Swinton, how am I supposed to look like anything but a very uncomfortable porn star? Maybe I should just get a lower back tattoo and lean into it.

3. Counters. I can’t stand at anything that’s chest height without inadvertently and awkwardly resting my rack on it. This unfortunately includes most bars, which leads to weird looks from bartenders and fellow patrons, plus inevitable stickiness on my shirts and dresses that I am never able to account for until I remember that – ew – I spent the evening with my chest perched on a beer-and-who-knows-what-else-soaked bar.

4. It’s apparently cool for guys to tell me they’re “not really into big boobs.” I think men think that this line makes them seem cool and sensitive and alternative. And maybe to small-chested girls it does sound cool and sensitive and alternative. But to me, that’s like saying, “Yeah, I’m not really into redheads,” or, “Yeah, white girls just don’t do it for me.” Good to know, I guess, but also, ouch. It wasn’t totally necessary for you to start our conversation with, “You’re really not my type.” Don’t get me wrong – it’s super great that your standard of beauty isn’t dictated by the unattainable “women” you see in the media, but that doesn’t mean it’s nice to comment negatively on my appearance. I don’t tell you, “Yeah, I don’t know, skinny hipster types in absurd outfits who say rude things to me just aren’t my scene.” Even though it’s true.

5. Running. I just can’t do it. I look ridiculous and it hurts.

As the lovely and talented Anna pointed out, the above makes it sound like I totally hate my body, which isn’t true at all – most days I’d rather be curvy in the places in which I’m curvy than waifish and wispy (though I think wispy waifs are gorgeous, too). I’ll admit for the sake of unflinching honesty that yes, the ladies look good in a low-cut top, and yes, I have occasionally used that to get drinks before you at the bar. All I want to convey here, really, is that the grass is always greener, and by grass I mean boobs, and by greener I mean more desirable, no matter what size you are. Some days, I wish I could put on a strappy sundress and not have to worry constantly about what bra to wear with it, because not wearing a bra is never an option for me. And I’m sure that some days, if you’re not quite as busty, you wish that sexy little black dress didn’t require a push-up bra.

I guess the actual point here (if there is one outside of whining) is that we shouldn’t assume anything about people’s bodies, especially not that they want to be perpetually reminded about their more dramatic features. The woman with insane blue eyes is probably sick of you gushing about the fact that they look like contact lenses, and the naturally thin, willowy beauty is certainly sick of hearing, “You need to eat a sandwich.” And yes, this voluptuous gal is tired of you asking if you can motorboat her. That’s weird.

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11 thoughts on “No, You Cannot ‘Motorboat’ Me, and Other Things I Shouldn’t Have to Say This Often

  1. I’m on the other end of the spectrum: tiny boobs! It’s nice to not have to wear a bra but believe me I have had many a night of “should I get a boob job?” thoughts before I fall asleep. As you said, grass is always greener!

  2. I’m so tired of all my bras having straps that are thicker than the palm of my hand. Remember that rule in junior high that the straps of your shirt had to be thicker than 3 fingers. Let’s just say, I could have gotten away with wearing only a bra.
    Also, can we talk about how the most masculine lesbians always have the BIGGEST boobs? And STILL we get called sir 13 times a day.

    • HAHAHAHA. I was actually thinking a little about you when I wrote this, Jess. You are the breastiest “sir” I ever did meet. Hilarious.

  3. Even with the disclaimer, I still hate that this sounds like “I just hate that I’m so much prettier than you.” I would much rather shop for hours for the bra that would lift me just right than having to order my bras online because the large-chested VS clerk says “Sorry, we don’t carry sizes that small-check online”

    • I think the point here is not “I just hate that I’m so much prettier than you,” but rather that everyone has things that inconvenience them about their bodies. HPW was just expressing hers.

      Besides, as she states, having big breasts doesn’t make you universally more attractive.

    • They do not sell sizes larger than D in most lingerie stores. Your allegation that it’s better to have large breasts than small ones perfectly illustrates Heather’s point: The grass is always greener on the other side of the special-order bra form.

    • I guess I don’t mean that I necessarily wish I was differently endowed; just that every body type comes with its own set of challenges. Anna’s right that it’s hard for me to find bras that aren’t hilariously small on me, but I totally see your point about the other end of the spectrum. I guess everyone wants what they can’t have. I wish I could wear those gorgeous, filmy, this-isn’t-meant-to-hold-anything-up demi-bras some fancy lingerie stores sell, but I have to settle for Serious Bras every time.

  4. Being a member of the Itty Bitty …. Committee, I can’t speak from personal experience. But, many of my customers have said similar things. I’m going to post a link on our FB page for them to read.
    For those seeking pretty full-cup bras, have a look at Panache and Curvy Kate. Not crazy expensive and wonderful fits.
    CampbellandKate.com makes a nice crisp classic white shirt for full busts. Form fitting in the right places.
    Thanks for the great article!

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