The wind took on an unnatural howl as it passed over the cyclopean geometry of her breasts. I stared, but did not, could not, comprehend.

Edit: "My eyes are up here" she said–but I would not, could not, look away. I Began to weep as i realized they were the last thing I would ever see, blackness creeping in at the edges of my vision every time I put forth the heroic effort to turn my head.

Sorry I'm crying from laughter, this is pure poetry

I need to start describing my boobs in funnier ways, this is such a fun writing idea

Haha well enjoy the girls while they're at peak fitness!

You should take a few writing classes yourself. What even is this sentence?

What if everyone judged female authors on say the bigotry of current day conservative Americans.

No one's sterotyping shit. We're making fun of a trope. Why don't you stop low-effort trolling and get down to breasting boobily with the rest of us?

That's literally the whole point. Male authors aren't "having fun" when they write about woman like this, all women. They write women in derogatory and ridiculous ways, but they're being serious about it. We ridicule this writing style, because that takes away its ability to be used seriously, any longer. We are laughing at the people who are so poor at describing women, they shouldn't be called authors. It's calling on them to be better. I understand it can cause anger to see, it gave me, and probably others those emotions, first, too. There is no better clap down, though, than ridiculing someone's work, who attempt to be serious and attempts to portray themselves as good at a thing they're obviously failing hard, at.

As a writer? Yes. Writing is fun.