Training the 1950s Tween in the Ways of Erotic Objectification

We don't recall ever having a 'training bra,' or a 'psychological need' that went unsatisfied for one, but then again, we never enjoyed cinematic, half-clothed embraces near the window with our mother as 'beTweenagers,' either. In spite of this, we somehow learned the importance of eroticizing our breasts by pushing them up into perfectly rotund and symmetrical masses on our chest. And THANK GOD, too, because otherwise we might look like the unfortunate slob pictured below sans Titzling.