Nudity

So I guess I should be totally okay with being in a room full of naked women considering I spent ten years at an all girls camp where me and everyone else stripped at will within our cabin walls. But I was a little thrown off today when I thought I recognized a girl by her boobs in the locker room of my gym. This would seem completely normal for a guy. They can probably pick out ten porn stars by boobs alone, but not being a lesbian and never having seen this girl's boobs before - it really threw me off. It ended up not being her and I felt better about that. I'm not sure if I want to know what the boobs of an acquaintance look like. Even my close friends - excepting the ones who got boob jobs because thats just straight up curiousity.
Boobs are just something with a life of their own. Like a morphed extension of the female body. I mean, there will hopefully come a time when my boobs will produce milk. All on their own. And that sort of wigs me at - like the words: mammary glands. And think about it- women ask things of their boobs they would never ask any other area.
We ask them to grow. We ask them to be perky. We ask them not to get cold when we're wearing a tight shirt. We ask them not to bounce around so much when we're running at the gym. We ask them to bounce around a lot when we're running on a beach. We name them.