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her new breast friends

Good luck, I say, to anyone who pines after a boob job for uplift or an increase in girth. But have you noticed how fake boobs have spawned a whole new look?

In the olden days, only small-breasted women could wear a strappy low-cut slip dress sans bra. Anyone else would be in danger of falling out, or revealing more ‘underfold’ than was desirable or polite.

But with the new breed of breast - high, hard and perfectly round - no such logistical problems occur. The result is an ostentatious display of the total D-cup area barring nipple. It’s like going out to dinner in a bikini. Aren’t they, well, a

bit self-conscious?

Some put it down to the ‘I’ve remortgaged for them, so I’m jolly well going to show them off’ factor. But I suspect that it boils down to an abdication of personal responsibility for the boobs - a physical disassociation, if you will. One would no more feel diffident about showing off breasts which are a product of the surgeon’s art than would feel shy about toting a new bag handcrafted by Italian fashion gnomes. For neither, after all, can one really claim credit.

SHE’S GOTTA HAVE IT