I have thought about their remarks, tried to put myself in their place, considered their point of view. I think they are full of shit.
Nora Ephron capping her essay A Few Words About Breasts, which I obviously read because it contains breasts in the title. We are similarly obsessed, and I think it is fair to conclude a personal essay this way when it concerns your obsessions. Not that I’m writing about breasts any time soon.