25: "My chest... my tits?!"

I really agonized over using the word "tits" in this panel. If you're familiar with one of Steve Martin's comedy routines, "What I Believe", then you know that one of the tenets of the "creed" he "espouses" in this monologue goes something along the lines of "I believe that you should never refer to a woman's breasts as 'boobs', 'tits', 'jugs' or 'golden bozos'; that they should only be referred to as 'hooters'." Well, he's making fun of a belief that I hold very sincerely.

Breasts are one (okay, two) of my favorite parts of the female anatomy. (That should be obvious from even a casual perusal of my artwork, ne?) And even from my high school days, I've always liked even the word "breasts", and have never cared for the other euphemisms people use for the bosom. "Tits", "boobs", "jugs", etc. To me, they've always sounded like insults to the breast. I get especially discouraged when I hear women themselves use these slang terms to refer to their own (or another woman's) breasts.

And yet, when I was writing this scene, no other word fits as well. "Breasts" would be too formal for the situation; "tits" is easier to think or say than "boobs" or anything else. So I went with the word that fits best.

Although I still wince a bit every time I read the scene myself... and probably nobody else would give this a second thought.

This is the last commentary for issue #1; I'll shut up now and let you enjoy, uninterrupted, "The Main Event!" But like the proverbial "bad penny", I'll be back for issue #2!

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