putting the "O" in the OC
If you are looking for small breasts, do not bother coming to the OC. Every woman here sports bubblicious C cups (at the very least), prompting me to believe that breast augmentation is the favorite form of plastic surgery in these here parts. Even the Asian-American women, who in Asia sport discreet B cups at most, boldly display a gravity-deyfing, perky curvaceousness worthy of if not Mae West, then definitely of Britney Spears.
Why are dangerously round, voluptuous mammaries so important to female and male residents of our prosperous county? Because perhaps the luxuriousness of the pillow-like breasts signify inexhaustible wealth and well-being. Every woman in Orange County looks as if she could breast feed an entire weary World War I battalion.
Breasts as round and heavy as the oranges once grown in the dusty fields of the OC are now cupped by the latest push up bras. O is for Orange, but also for the literal shape of the letter itself.
The O is like a totem -- fending off the specter of deprivation and poverty -- which after lurks around the corner from us. This morning taking the garbage to the dumpster, I found a family sorting through Club Ed's "dreck." Averting my eyes from their embarrassment, I could only appreciate that the "O" also stands for emptiness, the hollow ring of over planned communities that seek righteously to extirpate all signs of privation from sight and circulation. For the Mexican women, stooped over from heavy labor, child-bearing and rearing also have large breasts, but theirs are heavy with the weight of the world.
Why are dangerously round, voluptuous mammaries so important to female and male residents of our prosperous county? Because perhaps the luxuriousness of the pillow-like breasts signify inexhaustible wealth and well-being. Every woman in Orange County looks as if she could breast feed an entire weary World War I battalion.
Breasts as round and heavy as the oranges once grown in the dusty fields of the OC are now cupped by the latest push up bras. O is for Orange, but also for the literal shape of the letter itself.
The O is like a totem -- fending off the specter of deprivation and poverty -- which after lurks around the corner from us. This morning taking the garbage to the dumpster, I found a family sorting through Club Ed's "dreck." Averting my eyes from their embarrassment, I could only appreciate that the "O" also stands for emptiness, the hollow ring of over planned communities that seek righteously to extirpate all signs of privation from sight and circulation. For the Mexican women, stooped over from heavy labor, child-bearing and rearing also have large breasts, but theirs are heavy with the weight of the world.
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