Our internal e-mail lists have us discussing all kinds of stuff: Asian American identity, representation in the media, the experiences of activism in an academia setting and its progression as we transition to the working, adult world.
And sometimes, we talk about boobies.
Seeing that it’s a Friday, I compiled a recent e-mail thread on Asian breast size to this blog post and… well… you can read for yourself, after the jump.
Joz: maybe someone wants to do a separate post about the “flat-chestedness” of Asian women and boob jobs?
Anonymous male: lol. Are asian women getting boob jobs these days? What ever happened to petite cuteness? Geez.
Efren: Heh… Most of the Filipinas I know don’t have to worry about boob jobs… 😉
Jen: My mom calls mine: “Two chewed up pieces of gum stuck on pavement.” I think it’s a Korean expression.
Xxxtine: there is a reason I have to shop at the Asian malls for brassieres … they might as well be sports bras with lace. I just remember the lady at the store helping me out – In her best Taiwanese English Accent, “You want your bust to be CONCENTRATED.” – proceeded by putting her hands at her bust area and pointing them towards me like a fembot.
John: In high school, there was this classmate named Chrissie Atkins. She was fairly flat-chested, and had the nickname in school as “Chrissie Flatkins.” High school students can be so cruel.
Bo: When I gained my freshman 15…all of a sudden I grew C/D cup boobs. It was the best thing about gaining weight. And then when I lost those 15 (errr…maybe 20) after college I lost the boobs. Sigh.They were really really fun while they lasted. My mom though they were amazing too.
Jen: Any man boob stories, guys?? Women aren’t the only ones with breasts…
Efren: Oh god…you just reminded me when I was hanging out with a couple lesbian friends who were a couple and who were raising a kid together. Said kid (who was maybe 1-2 at the time) had a habit of jumping onto the butch’s back and feeling her up.
It didn’t help that the butch’s haircut and my haircut were very similar but that she’s obviously more top heavy than I am. Anyway, in the midst of our conversation, my friends look at me in horror as their kid mistakes me for the butch, jumps on my back… and realizes there’s nothing to hold onto. “He’s on the wrong butch!” the girlfriend said, before bursting into laughter.
As America is a breast-obsessed society how does that effect the self-image of Asian American women? Or am I just taking this blog post too seriously and we should talk about that delightful image of Kelly Hu in a see-through dress?
