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For the love of Boobs

15 Apr www.wonderbra.co.za

What is it about boobs that fascinate mankind so much?
And by mankind, I mostly mean men.

Sure, ladies have their own thing for breasts, but (mostly) not in the way most humans sporting male genitalia does. It’s as if there’s a magical magnetic attraction to girls’ lady-humps. Yes, I said lady-humps, my English teacher would be so proud.

Just to clear the air, I am not speaking of males’ stereotypical attraction to BIG boobs. Just boobs in general. I am, in fact, pretty sure that no matter what your (you, being a girl in this case) boobs look like, there are definitely guys out there that prefer them above any other shape, size, slope or feel. So I am just touching on the concept of general Boob-Fascination.

I have a theory. It might not be good one, but it’s the best one I have.

Boys (read: men of all ages) want what they can’t have. They want what is difficult to get. They want what other boys have (or at least what other boys also want).
So, on the one side you have the natural hunter-instinct of the male kicking in. The thrill of the hunt already makes it a worthwhile endeavour. Combine that with the media bombarding us with what we are supposed to find attractive, and all sorts of manly-man urges kick in.

These urges to desire, crave, hunt and obtain are enough to drive any sane man nuts. (There’s a joke somewhere in that last sentence. Help me find it). The fact that the ladies use aforementioned boobs to their advantage doesn’t help either. The tease-game just makes the hunter more bent on winning.

Ah, winning.
For a schoolboy, winning might be glancing Deidre van den Heever’s bra strap in standerd 1, or accidently brushing against your hand over your 1st high-school date’s chest at the Valentine’s ball. As we grow older, winning is redefined. Still a little part (genuine, NO pun intended) of a man has that thrill of seeing what he’s not supposed to, touching what he shouldn’t and talking about what he did (but probably didn’t)…
I might be wrong though, or at least giving away my age. Nowadays 12year olds get more action than I did through my entire school career. But you get the point.

Either way you see it, and ladies – whether or not your man acknowledges it- all men love boobs to one extent or another. It’s a fact of nature, a part of our programming deeply encoded in the root of having the ability to pee whilst standing.

So from the bottom of our hearts (and probably a bit lower as well) ladies, we as men thank you for taking care of your breasts, for loving them, bragging with them. Some for modestly seeking compliments by pretending that you don’t like compliments, others for blatantly flaunting what us mere mortals will never lay a hand on.

Seeing as today is National Cleavage Day (a wonderful incentive started by Wonderbra) let us not forget, amidst the ogling, gawking, peeking and perving, what this day is all about. Ladies (and dudes) breastcancer is serious, check yourself. And let the love for boobs live forever!

Various events all over the country celebrate this specail day. My party of preference is at Aandklas in Pretoria with BraaiBoy tonight. It includes four of my favourite things on the planet: Boobs, Beer, Braaivleis and rock music. Hope to see many of you there :)

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Park Acoustics 3 April 2011

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The Voortrekker monument has been taken over by hippies, rockers, braaiers and musicians…

OK, in all fairness, it was only for a day, so please ATKV (or whoever instigates offence-taking petition e-mails) don’t get your granny-panties in a knot. Besides, everyone was well behaved and quite chilled.
Mind you, that has always been my take on Park Acoustics, even the events held at the botanical gardens. The people that go to Park Acoustics don’t go there to cause crap. They are there for The Music. Furthermore, it’s a family event.

On that note, allow me to get a bit more philosophical. What impressed me on Sunday, was the wide variety of people that attended. From the usual freaks (amongst which I count myself) that just love attending anything musical, rocking and awesome, through to young families, older (read “kinda ancient”) people and unsupervised teens. It makes my rocker-heart smile to see that ALL young people don’t like the dooshdoosh club crap. There’s an entire new generation of MUSIC lovers that are ready to take the world by storm, and in many ways, they already are…

The day was, as far as I could tell, a major success. I really enjoyed the fact that we could build a few fires and tan a few chops. There’s just something awesome about sharing a braai with long-haired, tattooed rockers on the one side and boerseuns in shorts and Mr Price T’s on the other, while basking in the glory of great music.

On the line-up for the day was Tim Burns, Toby Benko, Die Tuindwergies and Die Heuwels Fantasties.
Although I have to admit that I haven’t ever really heard of the first two, they did provide great background tunes while we were braaiing. As usual, Die Tuindwergies were great. Their songs always seem to take me to places in my mind that I haven’t been in a long time, but I like to be there.  What astounds me of these guys, is that every time I see them, they’re better.
After that, Die Heuwels Fantasties made sweet love to my eardrums. To see a band that is famed for being South Africa’s breakthrough electro-rock/pop act, they sure know how to  transgress the lines into a more live-acoustic vibe. Unfortunately, the rain decided that the show should end prematurely.
Or so we thought. For within 30 minutes the entire party was moved to a less rainy space (read: under roof). There were some sound issues (not gonna elaborate, but let’s just say it could’ve gone smoother), but this is where I raise my hand in an outstretched high5 to the dudes from Heuwels. Many “professional” entertainers would simply not bother to go to the trouble of adapting their show, and to do it in less than ideal circumstances and STILL put up a crowd pleasing, exciting acoustic performance, deserves to be met with the utmost respect. Heuwels, you guys EARN every single compliment you get.

Days like these don’t come cheap, and I for one am grateful to every sponsor (KWV, Wat Kyk Jy, and the rest I can’t remember now (oops)). But thank you guys, YOU keep real music alive and accessible. A special thank you to Wat Kyk Jy for giving me and Henno Kruger tickets to the experience, Griff, you rock!

All in all, it’s difficult to sum up an event like Park Acoustics. You have to be there.
So dear reader, next time, be there.

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All photo’s in this post courtesy of Alwyn Kruger