When I was a young man, I figured that my admiration of the female bottom was some sort of perversion that I dare not admit to anyone else or even to myself. Now, of course, I realize that's not the case at all and that I am not alone in my perversion. But I have often wondered if the female derriere holds the same pleasurable attraction in other cultures? Functionally speaking, the bottom is a rather mysterious part of the anatomy. Interestingly, it is possessed only by the top rung of the mammal world. Fish are bottom-less. Mermaids have only a slight bulge in her silvery tails. Even our closest mammalian relative, the orangutan, is not well-endowed with buttocks although zoologists state that in the mists of gorilla land, the weaker members of simian citizenry demure by offering up their rumps, flat though they may be. But could it be that nature itself might have agreed to defer to pure aesthetics on occasion? The human bottom has evolved through the eons to become an object that ought to inspire respect, if not outright worship. It exhibits the regularity of classical architecture. In texture, it is peerless; firm, succulent, and with a velvety covering not unlike that of a ripe peach. So what is not to love, admire, cherish, fondle, touch, kiss?