Silicone Making A Big Showing In Cabo

I have just returned from Los Barriles, via the airport that services Cabo San Lucas and southern Baja; it is very late–or early, depending on which shift you work–but I feel an urge to get something out on what may be a run on one particular market: silicone (not to be confused with a previous run on silicon).

While wandering around the airport during the obligatory two to three hour pre-flight waiting period it was impossible not to notice a category of tourist that apparently are intent to draw attention to themselves, which is convenient since they do, in fact, draw plenty of it.

Since any blog post worth it weight in e-ink is expected to include an appropriate graphic or artwork, I struggled as to what I could find that would fit the topic yet remain in good taste for the level of literary standards I would wish to aspire to if I ever grow up to be a real writer.

But if I do wish to write stories that are as factual as possible–or at least the facts as I see them–the fact is you could not help but see–how do I say this–a bounty of breastful babes.

Now understand, a reference of that nature does not come easy to me, having two grown daughters, both highly educated and professionally employed, but the women, of which I refer, I really don’t think you should expect to see as Jeopardy contestants. 

As I was carefully observing–for literary purposes only– the vast array of artificial enhancements–and as my wife was watching me watch my research, I thought that the silicone onboard the large number of, ah, large women that were transiting the airport must be the biggest display of this nature this side of Hollywood.

My guess is that the beach and nightclub opportunities are a natural draw.

As I scanned the other waiting passengers I was able to discern the various techniques utilized by other male members of the crowd to steal glances without appearing as total “pervs.” At least, I assume that was their intent. Then again, with some of the guys, that appears to not be a concern.

There is the walk-by where the guy just happens to look directly at an area generally between the chin and belly button of the person being observed.

And then walk by again. And again. And….well, you get it.

Then there is the guy standing behind his wife, sometimes wearing sunglasses, who can pretty much full-on stare with impunity, until either his wife turns around or the woman being stared at–stares back.

I have always assumed it was rude to stare and am reminded of that in general by my wife and daughters.

But, these women have not only gone to great lengths to obtain that certain bustification look, but in the case at the airport today, every one of them choose to wear something that showed a lot more than it covered.

Now, I can already hear my older daughter provide me a stern admonition that whatever a woman chooses to wear in no manner give men a right to gaze as if their privilege.  But, as a writer, I am only reporting what occurs in an empirical setting.

Finally, I often as surprised at the staring, snickering, and snide remarks made, not by the ogling men, but by the other women.

Specifically I observed a case where one woman who was probably carrying enough silicone to meet multiple industrial and commercial needs, happened to end up on my flight to Sacramento. There were two woman in front of me, whom I believe where together and another two across from them, whom I believe were together, also. The four were apparently absolutely enamored by this one woman, to the point that one was intent on capturing a picture, for what purpose I did not ascertain.

After our flight, while we were waiting for our bags in the customs area, I could not help but ask the one woman with the photographic intentions if she was successful in her endeavor. After appearing surprised that I even knew of her not-very-clandestine activity, the woman laughed and replied, “unfortunately, not.”

I certainly won’t present this post as anything of a serious nature, but it was a good study of human behavior–from many angles–and served if nothing else as to consume the compulsory pre-boarding hours.