Here we go again: Bare-istas!

Americans are a strange bunch. We won’t discuss normal bodily functions, nor will we allow shameful display of parts we all share, but we’ll play musical beds, hawk sex in our ads, and display every perversity under the stars in film and online.

Women are not the problem. They’re the victims.

Thanks to our peculiar fetish surrounding women’s breasts, they’re commodities like tobacco and pork chops. Why not foot binding, skull flattening, and crossing eyes (like Mayans did)? Men have brown spots too, but it’s women who are the dirty gender.

Little ones don’t see sex. They see “Food Ahead” signs hanging on women’s chests. I’ve seen women openly nurse on five continents. No one gave a second glance. First, yes, I was sorta stunned, but I got used to it. That’s called a learning curve. Start with the fact that those breasts are primarily baby bottles and not genitals.

Stop treating symptoms. Go to the root of the rot, and stop blaming women for being used. Yes, their breasts signal puberty. So do armpit hair, pimples, bad breath, and attraction to the opposite sex. Admit it, guys: Everything about women is attractive to us. Supposed to be. How about those lovely smiles?

Treat the disease and the symptoms go away. Mothers should be the first doctors. Teach healthy thinking. Dads, set the example.

Stravo Lukos

Spokane