Ms M (verging on 15) and I recently went on a bonding weekend to the Blue Mountains (New South Wales, Australia – awesome!).
On the way there we stopped by Norman Lindsay’s Garden. Norm was a famous painter, sculptor and bottom pincher of the 1920s, and his garden is full of stone statues of naked chicks in various attitudes, apparently modelled on, well, models he knew in the Biblical sense. Norm’s women were all slim and perky, none of this ‘all shapes and sizes’ stuff for HIM. In fact they might as well have been all the SAME woman.
Ms M, who thinks it should be called the Adolescent Boys’ Hardon Gardens, had her picture taken groping the boob of a statue she calls ‘Mrs Tumnus’ (in reference to the Faun in The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe).
“So” I said casually, “This place sure is stacked with buxom wenches!”
“What IS a buxom wench?” says Ms M.
“Well, you know, someone curvaceous. Big top, big bottom…” (illustrates with hands).
“I think there should be separate words,” says Ms M thoughtfully. “How about we call the ones with double D tops ‘boobsome’ and the ones who’ve got more booty down below – we could call them ‘buttsome’?
Ms M will be famous one day, I just know it (but for what, I dread to think)!