Just in case you thought I was sexist with my Phallic Phriday, put your fears to rest! We are equal opportunity snarkers here at Judge A Book By Its Cover (tm) (r) (c) (etc).
I know what you're thinking...I'm going to take this opportunity to pick on romance novels again. You're probably thinking you'll see lots of covers like this:
I know what you're thinking...I'm going to take this opportunity to pick on romance novels again. You're probably thinking you'll see lots of covers like this:
Who needs a head when you have a corset?
and this:
And then her dress fell off.
and, of course, this:
Those look like mammaries to me!
Bras aren't necessary in space, y'know. Anti-gravity. Every 15 year-old boy's dream. Whom am I kidding...I'd give anything to not have to wear a bra!
But no. Today we are going to pick on the even easier target of manga. Get a load of these hooters!
Do I even need to point out that NOBODY'S TITS DO THAT! I'd like to see her try and walk. I think she'd fall forward! And we keep this stuff in our Young Adult section. No wonder I have such a hard time getting some of these kids to look me in the eye.
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On a side note, my Mom says I don't look like a vampiric hippo, as my last post asserted. She's very worried that you all will think that's what I look like. I have no idea what that has to do with the price of tea in Starbucks, but I have to say, she's right. I look more like this:
Mammary Monday, folks! Mark it on your calendars.
