Then, in the mid 70s, came breast cancer awareness thanks largely to Betty Ford, the First Lady.
Terrible disease, kills thousands, blah, blah, blah. But breasts were on TV. They were examined at length, touched by doctors and the women who owned them, pressed by the clear Lucite planes of mammography machines. Arms raised, muscles flexed, bodies leaned forward and turned to better exam breasts from multiple angles. There were close ups of diligent nipple squeezes. The models demonstrating were invariably young and not your mom.
Let's all look long and carefully at this woman's breasts. |
It was more satisfying to the Loser than it was to normal boys. Normal boys were out there touching real breasts, the ones on girls they knew and actually talked to. The Loser, however, went from his house to his all boys school and back again, never meeting girls. He couldn't imagine touching a girl's breasts without there being some kind of medical necessity involved. A girl letting the Loser remove her bra, allowing him to look at her, touch her? Impossible. His first kiss was at age 21.
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Valerie Perrine in "Steambath," 1973 |
Now, decades later, the Loser responds differently to nudity that's part of a TV show than he does to when it's in a movie. Oddly, this is true even when he sees both on the same television screen.
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Rosario Dawson in "Alexander," 2004. |
On television, though, nudity still has some shock for the Loser. It seems fresh, something you're not supposed to see.
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Morena Baccarin in Homeland. |
The Loser isn't smart or self aware enough to know why it still appeals to him, but he can tell you this: Women still aren't letting him see them naked often. He's been celibate since the late 1990s.
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We'll save the Internet for another time ...
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