Wapsi Square webcomic

I've been following the webcomic Wapsi Square off and on for awhile now, but in recent days, the strip's appearance has taken a very interesting turn. I don't mean the storylines, which seems to be mainly a creative interpretation of Aztec mythology (along with the mythologies of other ancient civilizations).

Because of WS's many plot twists, following its storylines takes having read the strip almost since the beginning, but this blog entry is not about that right now. Instead, what follows is the artwork from the strip, which I think is among the best out there in the usage of black and white art. Some of the artwork is simply stunning!

Compare the very first WS comic strip:



And contrast it with this most current strip:



Can you believe that it's the same artist? That bottom strip is simply gorgeous!

By the way, the woman on the left in the top strip is the same woman on the left in the bottom strip, just so you have an idea on how much the artwork has evolved. That main character's name, by the way, is Monica - who, as you might have guessed, is very busty. Even though she is short - about 5 foot 2 or less, I think - she looks as busty as I am! I found out about Wapsi Square from a friend of mine.

Anyway, I recommend the webcomic for its gorgeous art, which is why I am bringing it to your attention now.

Yoko and Boota

I was sent the images below from a female friend of mine, mainly because she knew what I would comment on *specifically*. Neither I nor her know the Manga show that the characters below are from, but their names are Yoko (the busty chick) and Boota (the little furball in her cleavage.

Now, I'm willing to impart that ol' "suspension of disbelief" to accept that a little furball could live in her cleavage without leaving poop or urine in her bra. That's just cartoons, and it's how you dudes' strange little horny minds work. But, there is a problem in the image that follows below.









Okay, you see those two images. Now check out this one:











See the problem here? Well, I'll explain it for you: Boota is not in Yoko's cleavage! Don't think so? Look again. Note that you can see the space between Yoko's boobs at the bottom of her bra. That span is where Boota should be. In other words, that bra is connected at the bottom only by that thin red strap, and does not form a pocket for Boota to be staying in. In order for Boota to be residing in her bra, there needs to be fabric spanning that cleavage to form that hamster-holding pocket.

So... just where is it that Boota is emerging from, if not Yoko's cleavage? It looks like he's emerging from her sternum, a la those Alien movies! Somehow, Boota is literally burrowing into her chest! Wouldn't that hurt, you think? Unless Yoko has some super power that allows critters to burrow into her body, but that's just creepy.

Anyway, that's my take. Sorry if I burst any of you guys' bubbles there... :-P

Busty Supervillain Chicks?

I recently came across a new She-Hulk.

Meet Red She-Hulk:













































VERY unique attire, I will say that. Who she is, is not known yet. Not only that, she's also the THIRD She-Hulk! Here's another!


















































This one is the daughter of the original Hulk and a character known as Thundra. I may discuss these new She-Hulks later, but right now, I am toying with the idea of studying Busty Supervillain Chicks. I know you guys love busty superhero chicks, but what about busty supervillian chicks? Hmm...

I'll think on this over the weekend, and then let you all know what I come up with.

The truth behind the H1N1 vaccines

There is now a Facebook group that reveals the truth about the H1N1 vaccine: It's actually a zombifier! Don't believe me? Actually, it all makes perfect sense when you put it all together. So far, D.C. has been promising that their proposed government "public option" wouldn't add to the deficit, this despite costing even by their estimations close to a trillion dollars.

So how can a budgetary monstrosity like that be deficit neutral? Simple. Turn everyone into zombies, and what better way to start that up than by taking advantage of the swine flu scare by inoculating them with a zombie shot disguised as a vaccine? Once you're a zombie, then you wouldn't need health care, would you? It's a brilliant plan in its own twisted way.

All I gotta say is that I'm glad that one of my super powers is super healing! :-O

Yuck Factor of 10: Skin cream contains fetal proteins

This is one of the reasons I'm pro-life. Check this out:

Confirmed: Skin cream contains fetal proteins

I have never used Neocutis products, and now I never will.

Halloween comic book covers

In the spirit of Halloween, I present to you:

Weirdest and Most Wonderful Halloween Comic Covers

Enjoy!

(It's about time I got back to talking about comics! LOL)

Breasts and society again

Anonymous said...

Hi. I have been reading your blog for awhile, and I believe that while your goal was to make fun of guys who obsess about women breasts, I think you ARE contributing to objectification of women. The positive note for you to counter this issue is that you fully explain yourself.

I apologize that you are getting a headache, but as I said before not all men are like that.

I do agree with you that men (such as myself) wired visually, and is a human component to the mating process with women. And there are men that are hybrids. What I am saying is that they feel from the inside and express themselves.

If you were truly upset about this, this blog would not exist.

Although objectification of women is not a positive thing, you DON'T HATE men because of it.
In conclusion, I say you should continue writing your blog. As a busty women, you are wise and are willing to educate to make society better for your gender. As a guy, I am learning a lot from you about the female perspective.

I posted Anonymous’ response above, because he pretty much captures the responses of my blog entry from last week about boobs and society. Most of the other responses were from those I know in person, so it was an interesting weekend for me. ;-)

Nearly all of the responses I got said what Anon said, that I was more objectifying women rather than my true intent of poking fun at men for being so obsessed over boobs. All I can say is that I’ll work on being clearer as to what I’m trying to do with my blog. Thing is, I kinda like how I’m doing things now, and I don’t want to mess too much with something that is working.

After all, if I wanted to mess with something that works, I’d be a liberal! (badaBOOM!). Why do you liberal guys and gals do that anyway – mess with stuff that works? You mess with it and then when it doesn’t work, you’ll tax the rest of us because you (probably intentionally) created a class of people who are the disenfranchised “victims” of the “new ways” of doing things.

Okay, I’m digressing here. Getting back to the topic…

There is a Romanian tennis player named Simona Halep who was known more for her DD’s than her tennis skills. Note the images below.



























There are two things (no pun intended) to take away from this:

1.) Those pics weren’t shot to demonstrate the technical proficiency of her tennis swing, and

2.) This shows just how much big boobs move around on an active woman, and also shows why a shrunken-down male superhero couldn’t hide in an active woman’s bra without serious injury and probably death.

Halep is an example of the convergence of a woman of her generous proportions + mens’ tendencies towards visual sexual stimulation + today’s technological means of sending images anywhere and everywhere around the world in an instant. If you do a Google search for her, the majority of the pics you find will be those like I posted. That’s how she got her fame: that outfit plus her breasts captured shifted in various directions.

You guys no doubt enjoy those images of her breasts in unusual positions, but how do you think she feels? She had stated that they get in the way, and that it was why she was going to have breast reduction surgery. I have no doubt that it will indeed help her in her tennis game, but I also think that she didn’t want to be known as a glandular freak. She probably didn’t want people to come to her matches just to watch her breasts bounce. And I don’t blame her. She’s still a teenager, after all, and already has enough to deal with without also having to deal with being thought of as a freak show.

Had she asked me, I would have told Halep to talk to another tennis player known for her boobs. I mean, of course, Serena Williams. She's just as busty, and yet she also wins tournaments - so it can be done. It might have done Halep good to know that she has - ahem - a bosom buddy (pun intended that time!) who knows what it's like to play tennis while busty. If nothing else, Williams could have suggested a better bra for her to wear, because Halep does bounce too much. It's a moot point, though, because Halep has already had the surgery.

It’s because of women like Halep that I made my blog. Busty women need to be seen for more than their cup size, and I had hoped that, by creating this blog, I could show that women like me can be busty and still have a brain. You know what’s funny? Non-busty women wish they were busty, and some have breast augmentation surgery in order to give the appearance of a larger size. Meanwhile, busty women often get tired of lugging around their heavy breasts and get breast reduction surgery! I bet even if God had made all women a good sized C cup, we’d find something else to be unhappy about! LOL “We all look alike! There’s no variety!”

It’s also why I say to the ladies to accept themselves as they are. Non-busty women have advantages that busty women do not. Here is just a short list. Women like me deal with back and shoulder pain constantly. Eyes rarely go above the chest. In sports – especially physical sports – we get the wrong kind of attention. It’s neither cheap nor easy to find outfits that look good and are tailored for our proportions. That also goes for bras. The bras I get are not the nice, slender fashion types that you see in most department store catalogs that you guys are always thumbing through (don’t lie. You know you do it). Nope, what I get resembles the Golden Gate Bridge.

Having said all that, let me finish by saying that I am very happy and proud to be a woman, and in particular, a busty woman. I mentioned previously that I am not a feminist, because too many feminists want to concentrate on the negative; that is, on what women don’t get in our society. Not me. I’d rather concentrate on the positive. Despite not quite hitting my mark of my blog being a gentle poke to you guys who obsess over boobs, I still think I managed to carve my little niche on the Internet. It doesn’t mean that I should stop trying to strike that balance I’m looking for of celebrating the busty woman while at the same time teasing you guys for obsessing over boobs. So what this all means, dear friends is this: I ain’t going anywhere. :-D

The thing is, when I had viewed that site that was at the center of my self-examination of my blog and it’s purpose, it really didn’t change anything that I didn’t know already. All that did change was the awareness of just how much booby stuff is truly out there. In other words, it wasn't a question of content, but of quantity. And Anonymous, you are right: If I were truly upset about this, then this blog wouldn’t exist. But for better or worse, it does exist. Let’s just hope that I get more right than wrong. :-P

My theory on the meaning of life

A Facebook friend of mine had asked a rhetorical question of "What's it all about?" Knowing me though, I couldn't resist answering! Here is my response as I wrote it on Facebook:

In short, my theory of the meaning of it all is that we all exist for a reason. We are here, right now, to contribute in some way to our progress in the so-called "march of history". We may be major players on the world's stage, or we could have bit parts, but we all matter in the grand scheme of things - that is, no one person is more important than another. Our life's journey is to discover what that role is, and to do what we can to live up to it. As for me, I couldn't think of a more exciting journey than that of discovering our life's calling.

Here I'm going to give a more detailed response.

Like I said above, I believe that we all have a role in life. We appear on the scene at a given point in time, then we try to fulfill what role it is that we are to play in our life, then we leave (i.e., we die). Just to get some questions out of the way, I am a non-denominational Christian - that is, I believe in Jesus Christ as God and as the savior of humanity, but I do my worshipping on a more personal basis rather than through an organized Christian religion.

You might say that I'm still shopping, because I want to find the right blend of living the "letter of the law" and the "spirit of the law". While I can identify with a lot of what evangelicals say, I don't like some of the more rigid views they hold. On the flip side, the more liberal Christians are basically indistinguishable from their secular liberal friends - so really, why bother with a group of Christians that can throw God away whenever their faith butts up against cherished liberal dogmas?

At the same time, I do recognize the benefits of belonging to a community of Christians; I just haven't found the one that's right for me. I know that there never will be a "perfect" Christian community, and at some point I'll just have to take the plunge and join a group and hope that the Good Lord has guided me to the community that is best for me. However, while I may not know what is the right one for me, I do know what is NOT right for me - so it looks like I'll be finding my way around through the process of elimination.

So in summary, let's say that I believe in the existence of God, and I believe in Jesus Christ as his son and that he died for our sins in order to open up the gates of heaven for us all. And because I believe in God, I also believe that he has roles for us to play in the course of living our lives. However, let me just as quickly add that I do NOT believe in predestination; that is, the idea that God not only has a plan for our lives, but there is nothing we can do about it, and that we will go to our eternal reward to the place he has already decided in advance that we will be going. The flaw in that thinking, though, is that there is no incentive to be good, because if you're going to hell no matter how saintly a life you live on earth, then "what the hell", you might as well live a life of reckless abandon! When you get down to it, predestination is depressing.

What I believe instead that God knows how our lives are going to turn out, but he doesn't determine your final reward; that is up to you. You can lead a saintly life and live an afterlife in heavenly bliss. But if it's a hellish life you choose to live and spending your afterlife with God is not your cup of tea, then it's the Inferno for you, baby, because the only place to not be with God in the afterlife is in hell.

Having said all that, let's get to the point that I stated above in my response to my friend. I believe that we all have a role to play in life. Our goal is to discover that role. Now, to explain my philosophy in this, I like to use two analogies: A theatrical production and a picture puzzle.

When you go to a theatrical play, you see the actors and judge how well they performed in their roles. The better ones stand out and you keep them in mind for the times they are in future plays. BUT! The play's performance is not just the actors. No my friends, so much more goes into putting the play together. There's costume design and make-up, and script and lighting and directing and musical score and musical orchestras, and... well, you get the idea. A play is not just about the actors, but about a complex and coordinated bunch of activities going on both on and off the stage. A well-coordinated effort will produce a memorable play. A poorly-executed effort will also be memorable - but in the wrong way!

While we may make big to-do's over certain actors or actresses, they are only part of the play. The most visible part of the play, granted, but without all the production crew, they wouldn't have the stage for which to be seen in the first place, and then where would their egos be? What this means is that no one player of the play is more important than the other - they all need each other in order to put out a play that will be a performance for the ages. If they all get along, then a splendid product is put out to rave reviews. However, if there is dissension in the ranks, then the play's performance suffers accordingly, and the producers can expect harsh reviews afterwards.

As for the picture puzzle analogy, each and every piece of such a puzzle is important - no one piece is more important than another. You can have the whole puzzle assembled except for one piece, and what will catch your eye first? You got it - the missing piece. In the course of your life, you will discover that you have certain talents and skills; in turn, you also discover that you have certain weaknesses and limitations. Theses strengths/weaknesses and talents/limitations help shape who we are and what we can become. Or in the puzzle analogy, they help shape the type of puzzle piece that we become.

Along with learning the roles in our lives, something just as important is to discover our limitations; that is, what we just weren't meant to do. We have to recognize that we have our limits. Accepting those limitations is the first step to adult maturity. The most childish of adults are those who never accepted responsibility for their actions.

What this all ultimately mean to me, then, is that life is a journey. We start at birth and end at death, and in between, we learn about ourselves and the world and the role we are to play in it. You discover that role by learning your strengths and limitations and operating accordingly.

Of course, there will be times in which you simply do not know what you should do or what path you should take. In such times, I pray the Serenity Prayers, which goes basically like so:

"God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can change, and the wisdom to know the difference."

It's short, and yet so profound, which is why I love that prayer.

Okay, I didn't mean to go on like this! LOL I hope, though, that what I said above makes sense, and I hope that I haven't bored my poor friend by responding to a question that wasn't looking for an answer! :-)

You guys have a great weekend, and I'll discuss more the previous blog entry on breasts and society, and the reactions I got to that entry. But feel free to keep sending those responses. I've also yet to hear from any of the ladies, and I so want your feedback on this as well.

See you Monday!