Do you ever wonder why we have such an aversion to the areola? Only the female version, however. The male version, although it is for all intents and purposes, physiologically identical to the female version is completely acceptable. Matthew McConaghey flaunts his nipples with relish. (Actually I'd prefer his with ketchup). And when Gerard Butler (hold on while I get a napkin for the drool) whips'em out it's just good, sexy cinema. But for some reason the moment that little section of slightly darkened, puckered pink skin, set atop a mound of mammary glands..is unleashed...it's reason for all sorts of scandal. Everything from R-rating to allegations of child corruption.
Facebook has taken this obsession to a new level. The powers that be over at the social networking giant banned pictures of mothers nursing their newborn infants because a sliver of areola was visible beyond that sweet, bowlike, baby mouth.
Would someone PLEASE explain this to me? What IS the distinction? Why are a few square micrometers of puckered pink nipple so much more obscene than three acres Pamela Anderson's sun-drenched silicone-stretched skin? The moment a bit of nipple peeks out from behind that red spandex...it's as if the world--or perhaps our poor children's innocence--is coming to an end!
I don't get it.
No answers this time. None at all. Just a lot of eye-brow arching, brain-boggling questions.
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