A couple years ago, while campaigning for a city council candidate, I found myself at the Virginia Beach Convention Center at some sort of expo.
There was a booth there about breast cancer. I got chatting with the lady at the booth, who was about my age. In the course of the conversation, I remarked, “When you and I were growing up, you couldn’t say ‘breast’ in a conversation,” and she agreed.
It seems that you still can’t.
In Easton, Pennsylvania, at least, breasts can’t be mentioned.
We live in a society that denies reality.