How come titties is such a bad thing these days? The media is confusing me so much because they show all kind of big titties on the tv to sell whatever they be trying to sell. There is all kind of implanted shit everywhere you look. There are titties in the back of my head. There are titties on practically everything that is purchased in the world. There is no one who doesn’t know what a breast looks like, because if you are a human being, you either have one or were born and nurtured from one.
Janet Jackson has nice titties, and who cares about seeing them on a halftime show that no one cares or gives a fuck about except for seeing her. Getting to see her breast is a cause celebre, not a moral outrage. Why is it suddenly that Jackson must apologize for doing what the media and advertisers are doing with such constant comment that it is like the Boston Tea Party? Actually, it is better to be in Boston right now than anywhere else on earth, because I hear gays are going to the chapel and they are going to get married. But back to titties. I like breasts. I can deal with them being a part of the body that is exploited by the corporate machine because they look nice. I got a real good pair. I find them to be to my advantage in situations that call for me to wear a lovely necklace, a heavy sweatshirt, a La Perla bra, my backpack. They keep me even on both sides of my body, and I can stand up without falling backwards or tipping too far forwards. I check my breasts daily for lumps, knowing that cancer runs in my family, and I don’t want to lose them ever.
Mastectomy scars are terrifying because they make me think of a kind of castration, or a failure to be communicating with your own body, out of fear, out of a need for ‘morality,’ out of neglect, or saddest of all, out of bad medical advice, malpractice, faulty diagnosis, inability to pay for the proper treatments, governmental apathy that has long existed and continues to profit at the expense of women’s lives.
The world that we have created that goes against the truth, the natural order of things, that women regenerate, repopulate, recreate the population every day, and instead of worship, the woman’s body, holiest of all holies, the doorway into life itself, is considered “obscene,” “under investigation,” “scandalous,” “dirty.” You know what it says? Life must be dirty. Existence is obscene. The fact that we have bodies and exist inside of them should be under investigation. Well, that is the scandal of the century. We have no respect and no accountability. We use women’s bodies when it serves the purpose of selling our bullshit back to ourselves, but when an artist uses her body, in a manner of her own choosing, to express her womanness, her sexuality, and most importantly ON HER OWN TERMS – then it is something to be punished, then it is something to be angry about, then apologies are demanded, invitations are retracted, and the system chokes on its own misogyny and injustice.
This is just a witch hunt in tit hunt clothing – and it makes me want to start a cunt hunt revolution my own self. Please – prime time television has been assaulted by Dennis Franz’ bare ass for years – and I love that “NYPD Blue,” but he did not have to burn at the stake for it.
Miss Jackson – they are the ones that are nasty, not you.