A Question About Groupies and Musicians

All my life I've heard stories of (and seen a few) women who apparently cannot contain themselves at concerts. And by themselves, I mean their breasts.

It probably started back in the days of Elvis, Tom Jones, Englebert Humperwhatshisname, Davy Jones, David Cassidy and Mick Jagger. Maybe before that time. It is a tradition that goes on to this day. And it has me baffled.

So I posed a question the other day to my friend, T, about concert behavior by some women.

No, not the ones who scream and dance like no one is watching (that would be me). No, not the ones who make banners proclaiming their undying lust for Billy Joe Armstrong. Not the ones who write messages on tshirts like "I *heart* U, John Mayer." Not the ones who faint from pure passion at Justin Timberlake shows. Not the ones who find themselves sitting with bikini tops on the shoulders of their dates at outdoor music festivals, worshipping Rick Springfield or some other 80's icon. Not even the ones who feel compelled to show their breast implants to Tommy Lee, though this one I kinda get, not that I would ever........

The ones I asked T about are the ones who throw their bras (and other underthings) up on the stage at their beloved rock gods. Bras are expensive! What's the point?

"Do you suppose they bring a spare in their purse to throw on stage or do they simply get overcome by a desire to disrobe and must discard their dainties onto some unsuspecting musician?" And what's HE going to do with it?

I truly don't understand it.

So I ask you, my oh-so-wise readers, what's with that? Guys don't do it, thank God, but why not? I mean, Avril Lavigne might just want a pair of your boxer briefs, ya know.

Inquiring minds want to know. Okay, just me.