The Difference Between Breast and Boob

A lot of men in this world claim to be “breast men”. I wouldn’t fall into this category. It’s not that I don’t like or appreciate a good boob, but when it comes to the woman’s anatomy I guess I prefer other parts more. So let’s just leave it at that… So what’s the difference, if any, between breasts and boobs?

Let’s start with boob. First of all boob doesn’t sound very appealing. Boobs are what grandmas have. Boobs sound saggy and lifeless. Boobs are what fat men have. Let’s not forget that boob is also a stupid person. In Britain a boob is a mistake. Also there’s the ever, not-so-popular turning on of the boob tube. So where the idea came from to call the mammary glands boobs is not something I know the history of, but it doesn’t seem positive or flattering. Add to that a “Y” and make boob, booby and you’ve put me in the 4^th grade all over again. The only credit I can give booby is in the juvenile humor aspect of the double entendre you get from “booby trap”.

Then we have breast. Again, breast can be a very generic thing, used in many different facets without any sexual connotation. Chicken breasts are the most obvious example of this. There’s nothing sexy about chicken breasts, is there? (Please don’t tell me about it if you say yes.) Breast is commonly used and referenced in literature and poetry. Unlike boob, breast sounds firm, almost hard. Grandma doesn’t have breasts. The young, college neighbor has breasts. Breast seems to be an acceptable and responsible word during the day, but can easily hang out at night to party.

I think it’s easy to say that breast beats boob nipples down. As far as the other thousand euphemisms for a woman’s chest, I won’t bother discussing them. There’s nothing note worthy about hooters, honkers, melons, knockers, jugs, cans, ta-tas or the rest. They all sound like names derived from a drunken, virgin, man-child.

I will however give a short moment to tit. This word has always seemed very dirty to me, even pornographic and it’s funny because the word is so small. It seems silly when it’s stripped of its meaning and stands alone. Tit. But ladies, imagine going in for a mammogram and the doctor saying, “OK, put your tits up on the machine” creepy, huh? None of this explains tit for tat though. That’s pretty weird. Who’s got a tit to spare and what’s a tat? Does it mean I can get a tattoo for my tit? Doesn’t sound fair does it.

Regardless of what you call them, a woman’s chest is a complex topic filled with many different sizes, er… I mean angles. The bond of mother and child is a special one and considered beautiful and sacred by many. Of course this doesn’t account for “feedings” at restaurants. The Europeans consider topless women to be nothing short of normal and is widely accepted in a broad spectrum of media and public attractions. Nonetheless, with the billions of breasts that have lived and died on this planet we seem to still be fascinated with them as a society. Men, (and perhaps lesbians?) can’t stop staring at them and women can’t seem to stop comparing them and showing them, (or at least the line in between).

Maybe with the advancement of science, someday every citizen of the planet can have their own pair hanging on a wall in their home.

Egg On!

Ramblin’ Rooster