Boobquake: Baseline 310

Ok, the baseline standard for the test is set. There are 310 earthquakes on record for the morning of Boobquake. Surely we can triple that number. I would love to bring it to a thousand!

Lets see which is stronger the prophesies or the breastesies.

From the creator of Boobquake on Facebook.

“Many women who do not dress modestly … lead young men astray, corrupt their chastity and spread adultery in society, which (consequently) increases earthquakes,” Hojatoleslam Kazem Sedighi was quoted as saying by Iranian media. Sedighi is Tehran’s acting Friday prayer leader.

I have a modest proposal.

Sedighi claims that not dressing modestly causes earthquakes. If so, we should be able to test this claim scientifically. You all remember the homeopathy overdose?

Time for a Boobqauke.

On Monday, April 26th, I will wear the most cleavage-showing shirt I own. Yes, the one usually reserved for a night on the town. I encourage other female skeptics to join me and embrace the supposed supernatural power of their breasts. Or short shorts, if that’s your preferred form of immodesty. With the power of our scandalous bodies combined, we should surely produce an earthquake. If not, I’m sure Sedighi can come up with a rational explanation for why the ground didn’t rumble. And if we really get through to him, maybe it’ll be one involving plate tectonics.

So, who’s with me? I may be a D cup, but that will probably only produce a slight tremor on its own. If you’ll be joining me on twitter, use the tag #boobquake!

These are OUR bodies, girls, and if men cannot control their instincts to gape, that is their problem. My breasts are not dirty. My breasts may have stopped traffic a time or two, but they have never cause tectonic disruption. Hell, when you’re 47; they certainly have less impact than when your 27, but still…. heh.

So in the name of scientific study and not enough coffee, I took a cleavage shot of myself this morning…. I would have been more creative if I cared more about vanity over getting the crippled kid off to school, myself showered and ready for work, the dogs fed and watered, the dishes done, and everything else I cram into an hour in the morning of my dirty-breasted womanly day. I even was modest enough to wear a bra under the comfy ancient pajama sleep-tankee for it. I almost didn’t but, you know, here in blogland I would be setting myself up for all kind of heinous attacks – not from the mullahs but from equally crazed so-called leftist bloggers. LMAO! So, this is my contribution to Boobquake:

Because, you know, its all about the fears of some Mullah over my body’s influence, not the actual person living a life that I am.

So, I hope all women join me and show cleavage for Allah today, and create a BOOBQUAKE!

Fuck the misogynistic pricks of the paternalistic repressive religions around the world.

And fuck all the feminazis that think hearing “nice tits” is an insult too!  So guys, feel free, so to speak, to support our breasts in any way you see fit! Heh.

Take THAT!

Do you feel a tremor yet?