The bigger the better
Excerpt from the book "The Big Book of Breasts". By Dian Hanson.
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And so it went from 1941 to 1945. Hoarded in footlockers and tacked to barracks' walls, tucked into wallets and blazoned on fighter planes, big American breasts were the fighting man's constant companions. Then the war ended and the guys had to forsake their paper girlfriends and come home to real women. They dutifully married and bred in record numbers; producing the first wave of the Baby Boom by 1946. Meanwhile, the abandoned men's magazines struggled for survival. Clearly there was no place for War Laffs or Who's Your Pin-Up Girl? In peacetime America.While publishers waited for the domestic bliss to fade they tinkered with their titles, seeking the hook that would bring the boys back. It turned out to be strippers, the bustier the better. In 1957 the first American magazine entirely devoted to big breasts appeared. Arv Miller's Fling started small, but regular contributions from photographer Russ Meyer helped it grow big, glossy and bi-monthly by 1960.
From 1941 to 1945 big American breasts were the fighting man's constant companions
Meyer was a cinematic prodigy who made his first experimental films at age twelve. In 1941 he joined the army and was sent to MGM Studios for training in newsreel photography. His big breast epiphany struck shortly thereafter, in the front row of the President's Follies burlesque theater in Los Angeles. The divine messenger was a stripper named Margie Sullivan. She had the biggest tits Russ had ever seen and, as he later told interviewers, she was the first woman who ever turned him on. You have to imagine he was getting a bit nervous by age 20, and what a great relief it was to discover he was just a boob-man awaiting his muse.
By the late '80s breasts were viewed as an investment, a career accessory
When the war ended Meyer bought a still camera and prowled Southern California's burlesque theaters, chatting up the dancers and getting them to pose. He sold his first photos to a men's magazine around 1950 and became a staff photographer for fledgling Playboy in 1955. He continued his still photography into the 1960s, even after he'd become far more famous for his films. Big breasts were such a valuable commodity by 1960 the less gifted began looking for ways to increase their assets. There had been experiments with injecting liquid silicone into the breasts of prostitutes during America's postwar occupation of Japan - supposedly to make the slender Asians more attractive to breast-loving GIs.
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Page 1 2 3 4
And so it went from 1941 to 1945. Hoarded in footlockers and tacked to barracks' walls, tucked into wallets and blazoned on fighter planes, big American breasts were the fighting man's constant companions. Then the war ended and the guys had to forsake their paper girlfriends and come home to real women. They dutifully married and bred in record numbers; producing the first wave of the Baby Boom by 1946. Meanwhile, the abandoned men's magazines struggled for survival. Clearly there was no place for War Laffs or Who's Your Pin-Up Girl? In peacetime America.While publishers waited for the domestic bliss to fade they tinkered with their titles, seeking the hook that would bring the boys back. It turned out to be strippers, the bustier the better. In 1957 the first American magazine entirely devoted to big breasts appeared. Arv Miller's Fling started small, but regular contributions from photographer Russ Meyer helped it grow big, glossy and bi-monthly by 1960.
From 1941 to 1945 big American breasts were the fighting man's constant companions
Meyer was a cinematic prodigy who made his first experimental films at age twelve. In 1941 he joined the army and was sent to MGM Studios for training in newsreel photography. His big breast epiphany struck shortly thereafter, in the front row of the President's Follies burlesque theater in Los Angeles. The divine messenger was a stripper named Margie Sullivan. She had the biggest tits Russ had ever seen and, as he later told interviewers, she was the first woman who ever turned him on. You have to imagine he was getting a bit nervous by age 20, and what a great relief it was to discover he was just a boob-man awaiting his muse.
By the late '80s breasts were viewed as an investment, a career accessory
When the war ended Meyer bought a still camera and prowled Southern California's burlesque theaters, chatting up the dancers and getting them to pose. He sold his first photos to a men's magazine around 1950 and became a staff photographer for fledgling Playboy in 1955. He continued his still photography into the 1960s, even after he'd become far more famous for his films. Big breasts were such a valuable commodity by 1960 the less gifted began looking for ways to increase their assets. There had been experiments with injecting liquid silicone into the breasts of prostitutes during America's postwar occupation of Japan - supposedly to make the slender Asians more attractive to breast-loving GIs.
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