

by Candy • Sunday, June 12, 2005 at 01:30 PM
What makes a man?
Is it the woman in his arms?
Just ‘cause she has big titties
Or is the way
He fights everyday?
No, it’s probably the titties
- DVDA, “Now You’re a Man”
Ahhh, immortal words from Trey Parker and Co. Apparently, based on some e-books, big man-titties are indicative of manliness, too. Take a look, for example, at these:
Candy: Sha-zam! Behold, I unleash before you… MASSIVE TITTY! This is thanks to my totem animal, the lactating gorilla, to which I bear a disturbing resemblance. That is, if lactating gorillas had breast implants that drove their gazongas towards their collarbone.
Sarah: Berdache, my ass. Backache is more like it, from hauling those mountainous man-breasts around. And sure, they’re firm and perky while he’s young and nubile, but just wait until he’s nursed for a year and middle-aged sag hits him. Then he’ll be kicking around his own man-titties to get them out of his way. Talk to me then, Backache.
Candy: OK, this cover confuses me. Chest: Disturbingly feminine--check out how his left hooter looks disturbingly girly and perky. Abs: Appropriately ripped. Sword: Massive, phallic, yet ouchy and thorny. I can feel my impressionable mind warping already. Unfortunately, overdeveloped man-titty is not on the RWA list of Things That Are Narsty And That We Don’t Want To Associate With. The No More Terrifying Man-Titty Campaign: talk about a cause I’d be more sympathetic to.
Sarah: Word, Candy, it is a total shame that the RWA isn’t more willing to consider the true travesties of the cover-art world: man breasts that aren’t appropriately used to help shade the earth. I mean, if this dude were launched into space, his man-tits could cover up many of the depleted areas lacking ozone and save me from sunburn.
Candy: Poor Axl Rose. It’s not enough that his former bandmates are now making loads of dosh and quite a name for themselves with a new, skank-ass frontman. It’s not enough that he’s warped his face beyond recognition with bad plastic surgery. He’s now gotten pec implants and is posing for e-book covers with an inexplicable garter on his arm. His humiliation is complete.
Sarah: What the hell is THAT? I am totally missing my garter from my wedding - is this where it got to? And how did he end up with it? I bet some art director stole it as an example of an “arm band of manful manliness” for some struggling artist who’d never heard of such a thing, and instead of thinking that lace was too frilly for such a smooth-skinned man-tit-sporting mega-stud, he just put the garter on his arm like he’s a reject from a curious bachelorette party.
Either that, or he’s leaving the bachelorette party because all the bachelorettes kicked him out for having nicer titties than they do.

06.12.05 at 02:57 PM |