Game of Cats
Game of Cats
Classic tweet by @posh
(Source: , via things-with-teeth)
When I was young, someone in my family recorded this on to a VHS when it played on TV (with all the the commercials.) My sister and I watched it every weekend for the duration of 1991-1996. I remember getting in an huge argument with her over which character Mr. Green spilled something on only to have one of out parents inform us we were both right. I’m also pretty sure Lesley Ann Warren as Miss Scarlet is the reason I’m gay.
Seriously, like half of the Busty Girl Problems comics are a) things you shouldn’t be doing in the first place, or b) things that occur independently of your boob size.
Did you guys know that our boobs get in the way as protest for trying to cook or exercise? That’s right, even you smaller-chested busty folks (because we all know the definition of busty here at BGC) are only having frustrations because we’re not supposed to be doing things while busty. Silly me, doing stuff all these years. No wonder my boobs are always getting in the way!
Thank you, sir. Thank you for finally explaining to all 180,000 of us how our bodies work! What a relief to finally have an answer after all these years.
(Oh, and don’t worry about the copyright violation from reposting my comics without a source. I fixed it. :D )
First of all, I’d like to thank all of you for all the overreactions and messages you guys have sent me. It’s like early Tumblr Christmas and I just opened up a fresh box of “Hahaha, oh YOU GUYS.” It should keep myself and others thoroughly amused for quite some time.
But to business. It seems like a lot of you are under the impression that I hate and disagree with all of Busty Girl ProblemsTM (written and illustrated by Paige Halsey Warren, aka Rampaige). I’m not really sure WHY you think that, considering I very clearly said I thought about half of the comics were stupid. The other half of the Busty Girl ProblemsTM comics contained depictions of legitimate problems I could see, and have seen, women with large breasts have to deal with in their lives. I made a couple of handy charts to help you guys at the back of the class that aren’t following along so well.
What I said ^
What some of you thought I said ^
That second chart brings up another thing that seems to be confusing some people. I didn’t think some of the Busty Girl ProblemsTM comics were stupid because I am male and girls are dumb. I would have the same opinion if I was female with any size of breasts. No, I thought they were stupid because of simple logical thinking. This does not mean I think women cannot think logically. It means I think the author of Busty Girl ProblemsTM sometimes has trouble thinking logically. Unfortunately, the people complaining about my remarks fall into that category as well. I’m so, so sorry.
“Did you guys know that our boobs get in the way as protest for trying to cook or exercise? That’s right, even you smaller-chested busty folks (because we all know the definition of busty here at BGC) are only having frustrations because we’re not supposed to be doing things while busty. Silly me, doing stuff all these years. No wonder my boobs are always getting in the way!” - Paige Halsey Warren, aka Rampaige, author of Busty Girl ProblemsTM
Only one of the six Busty Girl ProblemsTM comics I used in my photoset had an example of someone doing something they shouldn’t (You guys at home should take note that I did not say every example I posted conformed to the two reasons I thought they were stupid. That’s what that handy word “or” is for.). For those of you that are stumped (and I know you’re out there), the one I was referring to was one with the woman bending over a frying pan that was either so hot or so full of food that it left visible marks on her shirt by the time she realized where her breasts were. All for the sake of tasting the contents of the pot behind the pan.
WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU BENDING OVER A STOVE LIKE THAT. That is hella fucking dangerous. One bump from behind and you’re falling chest first into something burning hot, regardless of sex. Use your ARMS. If your arms cannot reach, DON’T PUT A POT SO FAR AWAY. I’m not saying you shouldn’t cook, I’m saying you shouldn’t cook like an idiot. No wait, I take it back, maybe you shouldn’t cook if you’re going to do it like that.
The other five comics were examples of things that occur independently of chest size. Starting from upper left, going clockwise, they are; clothes not fitting when you lose weight, people being jerks about your feelings, people giving massages and talking about your day, wanting something from the store and them not having it, and getting food on your shirt when cooking.
In other words, they were something like this:
Wow, that sure is needed to be specifically pointed out for red car owners, huh?
My absolute FAVOURITE part of Paige Halsey Warren’s (aka Rampaige, author of Busty Girl ProblemsTM) comments was the last bit:
“(Oh, and don’t worry about the copyright violation from reposting my comics without a source. I fixed it. :D )” - Paige Halsey Warren, aka Rampaige, author of Busty Girl ProblemsTM
Wow okay I don’t think you were sassy enough. Whine louder.
If you took five seconds to read the BGC page, there’s a link that says “Are you busty enough” where Paige clearly explains that it’s entirely subjective to the person. But apparently you were so blinded by your frustration at understanding the concept that you failed to see that.
I really give no fucks about your charts so I’m not even gonna mention that.
But for someone who’s never had boobs, you sure seem to think you know what it’s like. You know why you wouldn’t notice the heat? Because for a lot of people you don’t actually feel things through your boobs. So when you have a large chest, you kind of don’t have an innate feeling of where the bottom of your boobs are, like you would know where your elbow is with respect to the table you’re about to lean it on.
So yeah, if I read over a pan of bacon even to just stir the thing behind it, I’ll get grease on my shirt. My chest takes up 1/5 of my arm span. Shit happens.
For the other things: Bras not fitting when you lose weight is more frustrating than clothes not fitting because, as other comics point out, bras over D that WORK are incredibly expensive and rare as fuck, so to have to dish out $100+ every time you lose weight gets frustrating, and that’s assuming you find a working one.
Second one is about how girls are never allowed to complain about how frustrating having a chest is because we’re told “But your boobs are great, you can’t hate them!” Imagine if every time you just wanted to vent about your day, your significant other went “That’s not a legitimate complaint because I think X”. It’s frustrating.
Third is when your significant other actually lets you be upset about your boobs. In my house I’m not allowed to be upset about the back issues they cause me because I’m “Complaining about a gift other girls would kill to have.” Having the freedom to do that is important.
Fourth is the point that well-fitting, functional bras for D+ are fucking rare because the bra industry does not care about adapting to bustier women.
And the last is like the first thing I said, which is that you don’t have a nerve-ending based sense of spatial awareness with boobs because you don’t feel light contact through large amounts of fat and padded bras.
Not that I felt the need to defend myself from you, but I just needed to outline this so I can point out:
What you said wasn’t casual correct commentary on a comic series. What you said was a demonstration of your gross misunderstanding of the point of this comic series and your disgusting sense of entitlement to say that women’s frustrations are stupid.
This is a comic where people with breasts can come together and laugh about dumb little inconveniences their breasts cause them, because we’re told we can’t mention breasts in a public setting ever. It’s a place for women to come and see other people having the same problems instead of feeling like maybe they’re the only ones.
And you felt you had to ride in on your white horse and save them by telling them “Well maybe if you weren’t so stupid this wouldn’t be a problem.” Gee, if only I’d thought of that sooner! Thank you so much, I’d never thought of “maybe if I never had to cook four things on a stovetop at once I could stop getting grease on my shirt!” or “Maybe I should never drop anything EVER and I won’t be bothered by not being able to reach it!”
Seriously, if you think your opinion is anything more than unwarranted, ignorant, and full of itself, then you’re full of shit. Fuck off. If you don’t like the comics, don’t fucking read them. But leave the rest of us here to enjoy them without your fucking ~opinions~.
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