Actually, if the men can't tell, then the implants have basically done their job, haven't they?

I think it depends on how they feel.

Serena Williams is at least a D cup, and she's ripped to high heaven ... I think she could turn some SEALS out.

Actually, if the men can't tell, then the implants have basically done their job, haven't they?

But it's like any other artifice: at first, it's completely convincing, but over time you learn to recognize it. Think about the improvements in special-effects technology, and how obvious '80s CGI is now. Think about how you look at a picture and immediately know "Oh, that was Photoshopped."

Same with artificial breasts. Over time, everybody's started to notice the way that they don't slope properly into the sternum, the immobility, the unnatural half-sphere shape of some models. And there's starting to be a backlash among men as well as women. (Not all men, obviously; but enough that there's a market for "all-natural" porn.)

(I know that -- that's the point of the movie. But women who want to be SEALs, and women who get breast implants, are probably two populations with a teeny tiny sliver of overlap on a Venn diagram.)

(For one thing, the implants are probably very easy to rupture, under SEAL conditions. If a woman were to become a SEAL, she would probably be required to have any implants removed, just for safety reasons.)

For UnAmericans, SEALs are Navy people who do insane things like jump out of helicopters and wander around in enemy territory with nuclear weapons strapped to their backs. They are like Army Rangers, except they do not get to wear berets. Also, they get wet a lot more often.

(For one thing, the implants are probably very easy to rupture, under SEAL conditions. If a woman were to become a SEAL, she would probably be required to have any implants removed, just for safety reasons.)

On the other hand, if you were feeling self-sacrificial you could fill them with all sorts of interesting and useful substances.

They could be weapons of mass destruction!

In Freudian news, that really wanted to be mass distraction.

SNERK.

I'm imagining a SEAL with a water bra full of plastique.

Lieutenant Manly: "Ensign, you've changed!"
Ensign Chick: "Yes, and in ten seconds, so will that bridge!"
Bridge: BOOM!

Except you would have to cut yourself open to get at these substances! I mean, I used to hide caramels inside the underside of my bra, and I could hide a lot of caramels, but that was outside of the skin, and only required the sensation of cold fingers to retrieve.

This is like the non-usefulness of a certain model of bra-holster, for a handgun. You can only wear it if you are a C cup or larger, and to get at the actual weapon, you have to rip off your shirt a la Hulk Hogan.

I figure when you rip your shirt off, you startle the bad guy, thus giving you extra time to shoot. Link to the bra-holster?

You Americans. Always discounting the value of a good kamikaze attack.

Or you can have a tube come forward through the nipple, for squeezing out the plastique.

Either way.

Except you would have to cut yourself open to get at these substances! I mean, I used to hide caramels inside the underside of my bra, and I could hide a lot of caramels, but that was outside of the skin, and only required the sensation of cold fingers to retrieve.

Yeah, that's why I was requiring "self-sacrificial." You could have, like, an external fuse.

This is like the non-usefulness of a certain model of bra-holster, for a handgun. You can only wear it if you are a C cup or larger, and to get at the actual weapon, you have to rip off your shirt a la Hulk Hogan.

I suppose that'd be distracting to your opponent, anyway. Though you'd have to make sure you practiced shirt-ripping.