An earlier post mentioned that today was “Dead Bra” day and I realized something while reading the posts. I am envious of women because they get to have breasts. I mean, everybody loves them, and everyone wants to touch them and look at them. And you get to try on cool bras and wear shirts to show off the breasts so that everyone takes notice. And you can use them as tools to get whatever you want if you’d like. Must be rough. I want breasts.
And I guess I have vagina envy, too, now that I think about it, but I’ll save that for another post.
If I have breasts, I think I’d spend my days doing jumping jacks in front of the mirror. Then I’d take a break and try on a few bras, frolick in a meadow or two, and then back to the mirror for more jumping jacks . . .