That awkward moment when, as a male, and hornball you realize that you must turn off the “Wow, look bare breasts!” mechanism in favor of the “Oh look she is demonstrating the power of Woman in an artistic and wholly unseductive manner” mechanism… but it just seems to take a little more willpower than you have available to transition in a timely manner.
For instance I freely admit that upon first exposure to Lady Gaga’s video in support of the Abramovic technique I skimmed to all the parts showing nudity before actually watching the full video. I promise it’s not that I don’t have the objective observer in me somewhere, it’s just you know….. there are boobs! Thats how many millennia of instinctual programming I’m trying to overcome?
So excuse me if my mind doesn’t need a pair of Google Glasses to capture forever the voluptuousness of a breast only exposed for a segment of time that wouldn’t register on the cameras at a stock car race, I promise I’m not gawking as you adjust your nursing blanket…it was there, I saw it, that’s just the way it happens.
Yes, fashionista, that is a lovely handbag, and I promise I will scrutinize it in great detail to appreciate color, design, stitched or glued…all of that…in just a second…. Did you realize your model forgot to put her shirt on? For the moment, that fact has me completely mesmerized, don’t worry it will pass.
Ok, all better
Oh yes, That is a lovely green, is that leather?
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