Stacked: A 32DDD Reports from the Front

by Susan Seligson

What is it about breasts--or if, you prefer, bazoombas, melons, Dolly Partons, or breastasauri--that inspires such fascination? No one is even sure why women have breasts when not pregnant or nursing,... This description may be from another edition of this product.

• Format: Hardcover
• Language: English
• ISBN: 1596911174
• ISBN13: 9781596911178
• Release Date: February 2007
• Publisher: Bloomsbury Publishing PLC
• Length: 229 Pages
• Weight: 0.75 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.8" x 5.6" x 8.5"

Customer Reviews

As a flattie..

As a woman whose bosom barely fills an A cup, if I can even find an A cup, I loved "Stacked". Now I know how it would feel if men never noticed my face. Women complain about the bounce, the sore shoulders, the leers but they never quite get that scoop they talk about. Sex object? Phooey, they love it. Okay, at least I'm tall. I loved every word and hope I can find that bra shop in Manhatten she reccomends.

no fear

There's no point in repeating the other reviewers' praises. Suffice it to say that they're right. I have just two things to add. First, setting the subject matter aside for a moment, this is a great example of how to construct a series of articulate, graceful, and witty essays. Second, as you read, you'll come to admire how carefully Seligson maintains her tone throughout - she wryly accepts the reality of her own body and the attention it gets; she enjoys (and is sometimes amazed by) the quirks of her fellow human beings, endowed or not; and she centers every observation with cheery humanity. It's never smarmy, never too-cute. Don't be embarrassed to be seen reading it (and laughing) on the subway.

A Knock(er) Out!

When I got this book in my grubby little hands I thought, "Great! A book on two of my top five favorite subjects!" I could direct my focus entirely on breasts -- even in a public -- and appear to be improving my mind. The only problem with this plan is that an intellectual with his nose buried in a book rarely laughs out loud, and certainly not as much as I did. By the end of the section that categorizes all of the slang terms for breasts, you might think Seligson has decided to skip any serious discussion of the topic. But instead she uses her sense of humor to deflate the hype and mystery that accompanies the subject, exposing it in broad daylight for an objective yet sardonic look. Through a series of interviews and anecdotes, I learned more about breasts, and the fascinating people on which they grow or have been installed. In the book, Seligson interviews a long list of unlikely characters -- the 90201 plastic surgeon, a former Hustler editor, the moribund attendees of a stripper's convention, and even a supposedly straight man with implants. These people -- and Seligson's affectionate take on them -- are what stands out when the book is finished. As the title of one of the chapters points out, "The face is up here, pal." If there's a book that can impart this valuable lesson, then "Stacked" is it. At least until the next well-packed blouse comes into view.

Too bad I can't rate this book 6 stars

Susan Seligson writes like silk. Smooth.. and funny. There is a serious side to Seligson's book, Sure, she's a first rate journalist, but she's also a top notch humorist and most of the book is laugh outloud funny. Her timing is immaculate. As silly as many of the real life characters she writes about are, she always gives them her respect to be outrageous as they follow their crazy dreams (like Maxi Mounds, who has the largest breast implants in the world). Because Seligson is self-effacing herself, you love her and her pursuit of everything boob-like. And when all was said and done, besides being tickled, I learned a lot of stuff about breasts from a woman's point of view. Bravo!

Entertaining and Interesting!

Seligson writes in a brisk, clear and often funny style. Her subject matter needs no hype; it hypes itself. Few other body parts, if any, are so politically and sexually charged. So instead of engaging in the kind of lurid, titillating sensationalism that might tempt other authors, she instead approaches her subject with a respectful, matter-of-fact, down-to-earth and often gently self-deprecating tone that allows both the poignancy and the frequent silliness of the topic shine through. She treats the undertaking with loving, brutal frankness. The book covers ambitious ground: gender identity, cultural standards of beauty, the paradox of male and female attitudes towards breasts, the moral, ethical and medical questions swirling around elective cosmetic surgery, equal rights, pornography and of course the tender issue of what comprises a normal healthy self-image. She skims over this familiar territory with surprising neutrality, exploring the characters she meets along the way in much more depth than she explores the underlying puzzles and competing arguments. This is more of the story of a journey than an essay, which is refreshing. It does not attempt to be a comprehensive and scholarly survey of all the areas listed above. It simply relates how one woman has made peace with her body and the love-hate relationship she has with it -- and also what she has learned from the many, many others she has met as she sought out their input on something that we will never, ever get tired of looking at or reading about. She mentions at one point that every man she ever told about this project asked the same question: "will there be pictures?" You are probably wondering the same thing. Answer: yes and no. There is one picture, but it is not in the book. And I'm not talking about the headshot on the hardcover jacket. In order to find this picture, you will have to delve deep into the text. If you read the whole book carefully, you will discover where to find the one image that everyone, male or female, will be curious to see.