I have, for as long as I can remember, never understood the human fascination with butts. "Oh, I'm a major butt man. I mean, look at those cheeks." "She got dumps like a truck, truck, truck..." "Oh, my god, Becky, look at her butt." I assume my confusion is due in part to the fact that I grew up with a Colon & Rectal Surgeon as a father and saw many a diagram or x-ray of gastroenterology-related fun. Actually, perhaps that's where most of my confusion comes from. #ThanksDad When you get down to it, though, why is the butt viewed as a sexual object? We defecate from there, and it is simply 2 slabs of fat designed to make sitting comfortable. Seriously. Imagine trying to sit without a butt. It would be awful. And yet here we are, sexualizing that. WHY? It makes no sense to me. Granted, I have my own preferred body parts (I love a good, strong pair of shoulders and a well-defined forearm... don't ask. I ca