It must have been over a decade ago that a friend, at lunch time, grabbed my hands and asked me to feel her newly acquired bosom. “Check out my new boobs,” she giggled happily. “Got them in Korea. Don’t they feel real? I’ve always wanted bigger ones!”
They felt real, alright. As a liberal, open-minded person, that was probably one of very few times I was genuinely taken aback, but I celebrated the delightful acquisition with her. It was a victory of sorts. And I haven’t felt up another woman’s boobs since.
Of late, the times I’ve discussed breasts with my female friends have been on a rather more sombre note – breast cancer, mastectomy, reconstruction.
