This apparent decision to proudly display her cleavage was prompted by a blog called “Boobie Wednesday” to raise awareness about breast cancer amongst women.
Now, don’t get me here. I’m not prudish. I love boobs as much as the next man. I also think that anything which raises awareness of breast cancer, or any kind of cancer, is a good thing and I applaud her effort to raise awareness of something which can be devastating to women.
Yet, for the following reasons, I do find myself rolling my eyes when I see women take actions like this:
1: Talk to my eyes not to my tits.
I’m sick and tired of reading about and listening to how women are objectified in the workplace and on the internet.
Yet here women are proudly displaying their cleavage instead of their face and are probably left wondering as to why they suddenly have a whole bunch of teen guys and creepy geeks following them, direct messaging them and looking for pictures.
Of course, the first guy that comments about how one of these women’s boobs look will likely be branded a pervert and blocked, shunned or reported.
Not to mention all the women who walked past their husband’s computer and just started a fight with him for following what now looks like a bunch of spam porn accounts (not to mention people blocking you because they now think you are one of those accounts).
2. Porn and the enterprising pervert.
You can be sure that if I can think of it in order to write this paragraph, then somebody somewhere is looking at campaigns like this in order to make money from the one-handed web surfing brigade.
There are legions of people out there who want to look at boobs and will get a kick from the idea that women don’t know these pictures of their boobs are being looked at.
Well, by updating your avatar, you’ve likely just provided some enterprising teen then means to start a site with pictures of your face and your tits as gleaned from Twitter.
Don’t fool yourself into thinking that the little avatar can’t show much either. All you have to do is click on someone’s profile and 95% of the time you’ll find a much larger image. Enough for the budding porn merchant to work with anyway.
3: Testicle Tuesday and Prostate Friday.
Do you think we’d be allowed? Do you think we’d be allowed even to show our naked asses without going as far as the butt hole?
I doubt it. Mommy bloggers and activists everywhere would be up in arms! – “What about the children you filthy perverted men. How dare you show off your ass in a place where kids might look?” Not that it’s all right to wave your cleavage around in much the same area.
Hey, we were all born naked, right?
As I said, as a bloke, I like boobs, but who ever said that I wanted to see yours?
Who said that my fiancé wanted to see your boobs, or even that your female friends wanted to see them. If you’re on my stream the chances are I know you. Chances are that I’ve met you, talked to you and respect you.
I don’t need or want your tits shoved in my face. It lowers you in my eyes. It reinforces the attitude of looking at women as just sex objects.
If I’m following you online, it’s because you bring something to the conversation. It’s because you stand out for your mind, your attitude, your thoughts. It’s the same if I’m friends with you in real life. I’m not friends with you because of your cleavage or because you flaunt it in your avatar.
I liked and respected you when your tits stayed under your shirt. I appreciate your support of things like breast cancer awareness, but there are ways to do it without putting your knockers in my face.
I don’t see why people, especially women, need to show off their body parts in order to raise awareness of something like breast cancer. Men don’t do it for testicular cancer (maybe we should) and it certainly wouldn’t be accepted.
Let’s keep the tits and ass where it belongs. In the bedroom, at the beach, in porn (if that’s your thing) and in the instructional videos for showing you how to do examinations of yourself. We don’t need it on Twitter.
Raise awareness, not your shirt – Use a #hashtag and DM your friends.