The other day Mopsy and I received a very painful letter from an avid reader of our blog. She said that she feels inadequate compared to Mopsy and I because we are double Ds and she is a B cup on a good day… And perhaps with a little tissue paper… Or a gym sock… Or two…

This made me very sad. I am a firm supporter of breast equality. I think all breasts are beautiful. Well, except that model Mary Segovia, and bless her. It was a tragic mistake to have that surgery.

For instance, Mopsy and I are often propositioned to do all sorts of seedy activities that are beneath us. These include wet t-shirt contests, pole dancing, working as singing strip-o-grams, mud and oil wrestling (gross) and getting more lowbrow attention than we would like. This is due to our size and has nothing to do with our sparkling personalities or our wit, charm, talent and smarts.

We are tired of our smaller sisters getting a bad rap. Breasts are like weight. They say no one is overweight, they are just in the wrong country, and the same is true with breasts.

Now it is true that Mospy and I have larger-than -life personalities, but I would like to think that this would be the case even if we were much, much, much smaller.