There is something alluring about the female breast. At least, in pairs. For men. A woman’s breast is like a martini. One is not enough, three are too many.
Not only is that a joke as old as the martini itself, but it just makes good sense. Think of the changes to mankind had God made a woman with a single, perhaps centered, breast.
Lefthanded women would be able to hold their baby properly during feeding, though the infant would be somewhat undernourished. Bras would cost less. Cleavage would no longer be attractive to males of our species because there would be no cleavage.
On the other hand, if God had provided women with three breasts instead of two, where would the third breast go?
Three breasts right up front seems a bit much relative to convention. Bra makers would be more prosperous. Cleavage afficiandos would rejoice as cleavage would double. Of course, that assumes the three breasts were aligned evenly on the same row, and not vertical.
Can you imagine the difficulties of two breasts above a third, slightly below? Teenage boys would develop carpal tunnel syndrome earlier in life.
One other alternative has been offered– that of placing the third breast somewhere midway on the woman’s back.
If that were the location of breast number three, I would be enticed to take up dancing.