Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others
By Elliot Silvestri
When I was a sophomore in college I went up and down the hall of my dorm knocking on doors and asking everyone who answered if my boobs were too small.
This was supposedly an experiment for my sociology class that was measuring American mores. It was mostly because I could barely fill an A cup in college and I wanted to bring some attention to my rack. Or lack of it. I was self-conscious in college.
A typical interview went like this:
Knock-knock.
Guy opens the door. “Hi. I’m Kaelyn Schnuck. I’m doing a survey for my soc class. Do you have a minute?”
“Sure.”
I did every interview in a tight blue tank top shirt underneath which I wore nothing. Sometimes the hallway was cold enough to make my n*****s stand out, sometimes it wasn’t
