Dear Men With Manboobs,

Summary

Amy Sea invites men with "manboobs" to share their stories and experiences in the publication MuddyUm, emphasizing the acceptance and exploration of this often-stigmatized bodily feature.

Abstract

Amy Sea's article "BOOBS IN SPACE" is a call to action for men with manboobs to contribute their personal narratives to her "Breast Stories" publication on MuddyUm. Sea acknowledges the societal taboo surrounding manboobs and commends the evolving openness among men to discuss their insecurities and envy regarding breasts. She humorously references historical figures like Freud and hypothetical scenarios involving Neil Armstrong to underscore the absurdity of breast-related taboos. Despite initial resistance to including manboob stories in her feminist space, Sea has embraced the diversity of the male experience with breasts, encouraging men to share how their manboobs affect their lives, from fashion to aging. The article concludes with a heartfelt invitation for men to tell their manboob stories, promising a receptive and empathetic audience.

Opinions

Amy Sea believes that men should be able to write about and share their experiences with manboobs, advocating for a more inclusive conversation about bodies and gender.
She criticizes the historical silence and discomfort around manboobs, contrasting it with the current trend of men openly discussing their breast-related insecurities.
Sea rejects the hyperfeminization of breasts, arguing that both men and women can have breast issues worthy of discussion.
The author humorously recounts a "Million Manboob March" as an example of men's growing activism and demand for recognition of their bodily experiences.
She expresses genuine interest in the practical and emotional aspects of living with manboobs, such as the impact on fashion choices and the aging process.
Sea's article implies that the acceptance of man

There’s a pub for your breast story

Dear men with manboobs,

The word boobs can disrupt the most serious of conversations. The Pope could be leading a prayer in Piazza San Marco and if the Vicar of Christ mistakenly said the word boob, all hell would break loose. Neil Armstrong could have said “Houston, we have a boob up here,” and we’d all be living on the moon.

Since I began my Breast Stories publication, I have had many requests from men asking if they can write about their manboobs. In my day, people were hush-hush about manboobs but today, men have finally started to embrace their breast envy.

Freud once said, “We know men will have evolved when they stop droning on and on about penis envy and realize they, themselves, have been suffering from breast envy all along. Women don’t stare at schlongs. Men stare at boobs. If that ain’t envy, I don’t know what is.” Freud. What a guy.

I have fielded thousands of inquiries from men asking if they can tell their manboob tales in my feminist pub — I hate to say no to any boob question but to this one, I say nope, no way, keep walking mister. Don’t hit your boobs on the way out.

Men have become so angry at my saying no to their manboobs queries, that they are fighting back — boobs swinging. There was a Million Manboob March on my lawn protesting my hyperfeminization of breasts. One sign stated manboobs are woman boobs on men. Another said, Don’t be a womanboob. Accept manboobs.

I felt your pain, men. I yanked my portable soapbox onto my manboob-covered lawn and addressed the boobs. All 2,000,000 of them.

Do I think men should write about their manboobs? I yelled. YES! When do I want to hear manboob stories? NOW! Where do I want them? In MUDDYUM!

You, men, think I don’t see you. I see you bouncing down the street. I want to know how many pencils you can hold beneath your folds. I want to know about how your manboobs are hindered by fashion trends. I care. I want to know how you feel as your manboobs age. I am here.

Manboobs are real. I am not denying that. Some manboobs come from aging, some from weight gain. Others from smoking too much pot or gobbling up too many soybeans. Some come from alien abductions or drunk plastic surgeons. An occasional manboob has appeared in the shape of Jesus with tears seeping out of the milk ducts. I see you!

Possessors of manboobs! Don’t feel left out. There’s a place for your manboobs and you are already here. Welcome, fellas. You’re home. It ain’t Kansas but it is MuddyUm. Your manboob story needs to be told. We are listening. We are waiting. Shake those mantitties our way.

Via con manboobies,

Amy Sea