Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Of Boobs and Boos

My school offers a "class" called Teacher's Assistant, open only to members of the Future Educators of America. In theory, each future educator is paired up with a current educator to experience what it's really like to be a teacher before he or she is stupid enough to actually join the profession (we kid because we love). In practice though, most of the future educators weren't ever all that interested in becoming teachers in the first place -- they just run a lot of photocopies and grade a lot of quizzes.

I know you're waiting for the part of the post where I talk about boobs, but I mention all this first because the boobs in questions are my TA's boobs, and if I just started off the post by saying, "My TA. . ." you'd probably think, "Wait. She has a TA?" and then you'd be focused on that instead of the boobs. Right? Totally.

So. . .

My TA is a ditzy but incredibly sweet girl who I taught last year. We have a good relationship -- friendly but not unprofessional. She showed up unexpectedly at the end of my 6th period class today because she'd just checked into school and she didn't feel like going to the last few minutes of her own 6th period, which is fine. As I chatted with her I noticed that she was sporting rather a lot of cleavage for a Tuesday afternoon and I said, "Hey, what's up with your boobs hanging out all over the place?" in a very you're-totally-violating-the-dresscode-but-far-be-it-from-me-to-enforce-the-man's-rules kind of way. She glanced down at her chest, smiled, and said, "My boo's in my next class."

Right. Of course. So what I perceived as a minor wardrobe mishap was actually a calculated and deliberate display of boob-age for the 8th period ogling pleasure of her boyfriend. And I bet if she hadn't had class with him she wouldn't have even bothered to check into school for the last class of the day. Brazen little hussy.

I wish I could say I was above such behavior in high school, but I wasn't. And while I never rocked the cleavage (mostly because I didn't -- okay, DON'T -- have any cleavage to rock), I definitely considered the presence of certain boys in class when selecting my outfits. Hell, I once even called my mom from school and faked sick when I discovered my crush wasn't at school for like the third day in a row.

I guess there's a brazen little hussy in each of us. And we don't quite grow out of it either.

I'd be stupid to deny that every girl's boo enjoys a little cleavage, but I also know that MY boo doesn't really give a rat's ass what I wear. If you think that prevented me from agonizing about what to pack for Chicago, you were obviously lucky enough not to have had to talk to me in the weeks preceding that trip.

On the other hand, I once wore the HELL out of a hoodie my then-boyfriend had made it clear he didn't "particularly care for," just to assert my independence, so I don't know. I mean, I want my boo to ogle me a little bit, but mostly because he likes ME and not my outfits. Is that so much to ask?

12 comments:

Phil said...

Can we do both?

Valerie said...

when you click on "my boo" there is a huge picture of Grant Miller. Those that just glance at the website will think that Grant is your "boo." boo who?

Megan said...

Phil - One would hope. . .

Valerie - I find that amusing, for the time being, but I'm sure my REAL boo will fix it soon.

lulu said...

You weren't that bad with the pre-Chicago packing; it seemed less about looking cute for your boo and more about not having any clue what the weather would be like. (It is supposed to get up into the 20s today.....heat wave!)

lulu said...

You weren't that bad with the pre-Chicago packing; it seemed less about looking cute for your boo and more about not having any clue what the weather would be like. (It is supposed to get up into the 20s today.....heat wave!)

vikkitikkitavi said...

When a rack is what you got, you work the rack.

Anonymous said...

I like boobage.

Anonymous said...

If some boob yelled "boo!" at your boo and they got a boo-boo on their boob, would the crowd boo??

Unknown said...

"I mean, I want my boo to ogle me a little bit, but mostly because he likes ME and not my outfits. Is that so much to ask?"
Wow. Many a man has passed through the thresher of that trap.
It's not the outfit. It's the way the outfit looks on you. I could watch my wife walk away wearing a suit of armor, but when she does that hip-to-the-side thing.... Baby.

Frank Sirmarco said...

I'm pretty easy; as long as a girl doesn't break out the granny panties on the third date, I'm a-ok!

Ditto, Big Orange!

Megan said...

Lulu - True dat. Cuz my boo don't care, yo.

Vikki - I'll take your word for it.

Orange - I know, I know. You ALL like boobage.

Dave - I suspect that's mostly because you like HER though, right? So you pass.

Frank - So. . .granny panties on the fourth date then?

wonderturtle said...

Oh man, this one kills me. So true. However, the casual use of the term "boo" must cease. ;)