There are no straight lines in nature, which goes a long way towards explaining the female rump.
There used to be additional text in Genesis:
...and on the tenth day, He created lady rear-ends, and seeing that they were beautiful, named them buttocks...
...but scholars figured a seven-day work-week was sufficient for the the Almighty, and, anyway, the ethereal quality of these things was self-evident. So they dropped their creation from the text. Pity, really, because I feel it gives things a more recognizable character.
I bet you aren't aware that history is full of other, less grand stories testifying as to the way we men adore the curve of you ladies' backsides. You know the Mona Lisa? She's the one stuck in Le Louvre with 157,000 of her closest friends gawping at her every day. What's not well known is that Leonardo da Vinci originally wanted to paint a picture of her buttocks. She demurred, however, and said that she'd smile enigmatically and guarantee interest in the portrait for centuries if he captured her face instead.
I have it on good authority that her inspiring happy look came about when the painter gently caressed her bottom...
...Oh, Leo, you forward thing you. What a nice touch you have...mmmmm, just there...
...at which point he said
HOLD IT! That' perfect! Just the look I want!...
...neatly explaining why she looks that peculiar way.
Womens' buttocks are, clearly, the work of the divine. The curves are not of this paltry material world, giving many of us reason to spend our lives devoted to their admiration. Some guys will tell you they rank other aspects of feminine form higher, but in the end, we're all quiet lovers of your reverse.
Bottoms Up, Bottoms Lovers!
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