There is a lot of talk in our culture about how men are obsessed with a particular part of woman's anatomy, so much talk that I'd like to propose that it isn't just men who are obsessed, and this obsession starts for both sexes pretty much at birth. For many of us our mother's breast is our first comfort object. It gives us food, shelter, and warmth. It is where we hear her heart again for the first time after leaving her body and where we find ourselves surrounded in her love. I guess it should come as no surprise Peach is anxious to join the ranks.