pjthompson | When Boobs Attack (Reply)

buymeaclue reminded me here [broken link] (however, she should not be held responsible for any use I put it to in this entry) that about two or three weeks ago I went to see the Body Worlds exhibit at the California Science Center. I'd meant to blog about it, but what with malaise and busyness at work and blah blah blah, I didn't get around to it. The exhibit has moved on to Hannah's area now and Body Worlds 2 is up here in L.A. This was an amazing exhibit and if you get a chance to go see it, do.

To see the cotton candy effect of the blood vessels of the body; the flex and strain of muscles in use; the various sprockets and whatsitses in the body is awe-inspiring and, yes—it made me want to schedule a full physical right away. Mostly, the exhibit walks the line between macabre/creepy and fascinating quite well. There are even several poignant moments. My friends and I were so enthralled, so concentrated on what we were seeing, that by the end of our two hours there, we were exhausted. The place was packed, too. It was the most successful exhibit the CSC had ever staged.

But there was one pair of onlookers I was almost as fascinated by as the exhibit. A mother and child. The boy looked to be about seven or eight and his mother apparently had absolutely no problem with him staring at the penises of the various gentlemen on display. But every time they would come to a woman, his little head would snap right up to the breasts and mom's hand would slap down right over his little eyes, then she'd muscle him along to the next display.

I had no idea boobs were so dangerous. And apparently far more corrupting than penises. Who knew?