But how else can one announce that the character in question is, in fact, a woman? Without mentioning those glorious mounds full of personality, how can an author describe the character’s age, disposition in life, and current mood? What are breasts, if not windows into a woman’s soul? Men are expressed through their genitalia as well, which is as much an abhorent matter as men having emotions in the first place. So when an author gets the golden oppurtunity to write a women who is not one dimensional, but in fact one-and-a-half dimensional, how could he pass up on such a chance to build a character with feelings? And how else can any human being summarize a women’s life experiences and mentality, without doing so through the movements of said character’s mammories? I think you could stand to learn from authors who know this fact and have perfected their craft over many years, such as John Doe, the man in my twitter Dm’s who so eloquently expressed his admiration for my profile picture by sending a picture of his bare penis. I was so moved by his brazen yet tasteful message that I instantly let him know my whole life story up to this fateful moment by sending a return picture of my breasts. The words he sent next shook me to my very core, gave me 30 orgasms, and cured my female hysteria: “Nice tits babe”. Again, his poetry knows no bounds, and even now I shudder thinking about how a mind such as his must work. So in conclusion, you could imrpove your craft, and indeed enrich your world, by taking the time to study the written works of legends such as this, and remembering that a female’s entire being revovles around her breasts.