![]() ![]() “I mean, what’s the sweet spot?” she asks. ![]() Standing there in my kitchen, I laughed out loud when I realized I’d done the same test 20 years prior”-that time around to determine whether her breasts were developed enough to, yep, hold a pencil in place. As she writes in her new book Face Value: The Hidden Ways Beauty Shapes Women’s Lives, amused in retrospect at her folly, “It probably doesn’t take a degree in women’s studies to see the ‘damned if you do, damned if you don’t’ trap at play here. But so desperate are we-“we,” as a cultural collective, and “we,” as women in particular-for signs of our status within the great hierarchy of human hotness that the test has been deployed by women who are otherwise thoughtful, otherwise rational, and otherwise not prone to using office supplies as scientific instruments.Īutumn Whitefield-Madrano is one of those women: She took the test on a lark, having arrived at her 30s, to measure her own bosomic perk. It should go without saying that the pencil test is, its vaguely sciency application of gravitational forces notwithstanding, exceedingly stupid. ![]()
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