I found this can cooler in a souvenir shop south of Daytona Beach last weekend and had to laugh. And wince. Besides representing my ideal customer’s body, it represents our collective worst nightmare of being seen only for our breasts. This perfectly expresses why “busty” isn’t one of the three words I’ll use to describe myself.
Bobble Babe and “busty” remind me of the law firm partner whose eyes stayed firmly below my shoulders as I tried to discuss a transaction with him. I wish I had called him on it, but to this day I can’t figure out what I would have said. What have you done in these situations?
And if you check out the Bobble Babes website, what cup size do you think the woman in the video is?
