What names has your enbonpointment (I hope that's the word ) been given, even by yourself or AN Other?
Rather disappointingly, I don't recall my pair ever being referred to as anything much, but for the purposes of this thread I'm going with Porgy and Bess.
Breasts used to be not talked about very much by the respectable working class lower middle class where I lived my life my Glasgow mother in law always referred to "the bust". You did not discuss such a thing at all with my own mother. I was a nurse and nurses all called them breasts or on occasion mammary glands .
The polite name in our family is ‘Boobs’ and a Mamogram is a ‘Boob Sandwich’!
My young Grandaughters use to call breast feeding ‘Booby milk’ and Cows Milk ‘Fridge Milk’!
Quite simple really, the Boob Sandwich idea was to try and lighten the fear somewhat in my young daughters, due to the fact that we have a high rate of Breast cancer in our family, having lost a daughter to it and my Mum and my Aunt.
witzend - a very well endowed friend once told me that she’d weighed hers - one and a half stone each! No wonder I struggle with the scaffolding needed.
This thread has made me laugh. When a young thing, I longed to have a bit more substance in my bra. Then in later life, I just wished the opposite. After a lumpectomy, they did become Pinky and Perky, for a while. But all the stories reminded me of my school days. We had a Prussian PE teacher. She was very strict and vocal, loud and frightening, with an impressive, well corseted bosom. My dear mum, one day said, " oh well, over her shoulder goes one care"!
Mercedez, your post brought back memories of my nursing days. I caught a couple of male medical students tittering (pun intended) and enquired what was so funny. They pointed to the curtained bed, and I stuck my head round to see our newly admitted prostitute patient, (we were based in Soho!) with 'mild' tattooed on one, and 'bitter' on the other....
My DM was once tickled to death by a colleague’s comment about a woman whose ample endowments were bursting forth from their constraints. ‘Her dumplings are boiling over.’ ?
To those tutting that their children were taught to use the proper words, I always wonder if these children referred to their abdomens, buttocks and vulvas. Nobody else at school would have known what they meant.