tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420898749428674266.post7685267090666602146..comments2024-03-28T18:31:29.121-07:00Comments on Nebulopathy: PoseTheresa B (of Nebulopathy)http://www.blogger.com/profile/12747200216210698142noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420898749428674266.post-27278363954151804582022-12-14T17:38:16.474-08:002022-12-14T17:38:16.474-08:00If you decide to write literary fiction and want t...If you decide to write literary fiction and want to win prizes, you might have to boob things up. Consider making all your main characters middle-aged literature professors. As everyone in the literary world knows, there is nothing more attractive to young boobs (and the woman that follows behind) than a bored, unhappily married English literature professor who has to teach undergrads about metaphors.Theresa B (of Nebulopathy)https://www.blogger.com/profile/12747200216210698142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420898749428674266.post-61263613837857275202022-12-14T17:20:57.501-08:002022-12-14T17:20:57.501-08:00In my admittedly non-being-female experience, wome...In my admittedly non-being-female experience, women rarely think about their breasts, since they're just part of the anatomy, much as I rarely think about my beard. They're just kind of <i>there</i>. So I try to adopt that approach when I write women.<br /><br />On the other hand, maybe I ought to boob things up a bit. What say you?Richard Crawfordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03633374973916543547noreply@blogger.com