No, this post is not about endangered owls, but about breasts, honkers, titties and otherwise known as hooters. (It’s also not strong enough to be a rant, which is why I bypassed posting in the Pit…besides those people just scare me…)
I, for one, think it’s entirely unfair (and maybe unconstitutional) to have to wear a bra to work. I mean, I want body parts juggling and flopping in the breeze, why can’t they? I hate my bra, my 48 hour of crossing my heart with a wonderbra torture device. It rides up, it digs, it pinches, and basically just drives me nuts.
Anyone for buring their bra? Anyone for Freeing the Hooters? Anyone for boycotting the tortourous practice of strapping on strips of cotton blends across their chests in the workforce?
I need a manservant to unhook me after a long, hard day of work. It feels DIVINE to remove the evil bra but I really need massaging right after it’s undone. I mean, OW!
I’m sure my SO’s more than willing and I wouldn’t even have to pay him a cent.
It ain’t very often that I’m first in line with one of the standard inside jokes around here…
Phall, if you wear a front loader, I’ll volunteer to unhook it with my teeth…
when I was younger I used to never take it off. The only time I would was to shower. Even after my husband and I first got together I wouldn’t take it off, as I was shy to let em wobble.
Hehe that’s all changed. When I come home from work that’s the second thing that comes off (shoes first). I unhook it and fling it across the room, sending the dogs running for their lives. It’s great fun
See, this is what I don’t get. My bras are perfectly comfy and I prefer underwires. They don’t pinch or poke or chafe and I’m not small, so I don’t think that’s it. What brand are these evil brassieres of which you speak? I want to be sure to avoid them.
And phall, if you want to go about at work, all bobbly, I’m pretty sure it’s legal. But don’t come crying to me when you have to roll your boobies up like socks to get them in your blouse some day. What? That’s what my mom always said!
Have you tried a sports bra? Might be more comfortable.
I for one can’t imagine going braless. I’m a c-cup and when my boobies bounce, they HURT! Ugh!
Of course, I don’t sleep in a bra, but that’s about it. I need the support-and underwire is a must.
Phall, this is what you get for living in Pennsylvania. Here in the enlightened state of New York, women have the legal right to not only forego bras but can, if they choose to do so, go completely topless in public.
Little Nemo*
Here in the enlightened state of New York, women have the legal right to not only forego bras but can, if they choose to do so, go completely topless in public.*
I usually am not one to champion feminist issues. But this travesty of denying women their Constitutional right to go braless and even topless is a mockery of justice and equal rights. Don’t you think our founding fathers had this inalienable right in mind when they drafted the Constitution? Of course they did! I applaud the state of New York for freeing women from the male dominated society that “forces” them to wear bras and “prevents” them from being topless in public. May the other 49 states follow New York in bringing freedom to the oppressed women of America !!
To paraphrase the late President John Kennedy (from his famous ‘Berlin speech’), when considering the issue of allowing women to go topless in public I say I am a New Yorker !!!
I completely understand your position and support it entirely (no pun intended).
Incidentally, I’d be willing to unhook you and judging from your location, we might live near enough each other to make that practical. However, I imagine you’d be somewhat uncomfortable with that prospect…at least that’s the impression I’ve been getting from the women I know…
I’ve asked this question too, and from past responses, the part I’ve bolded is the secret. Most of the bra haters (who weighed in) were…petite, so it actually is less uncomfortable for them to be braless in the summer. No skin sticking to other skin. You can have my bra when you pry it from my hot, sweaty, fingers
I just want to mention that I can unhook a bra just by looking at it hard. Anyone wants a hand with that, just call on your friendly neighborhood Binarydrone.
If it’s the snugness the gets to you, but your boss says you have to wear a bra, just wear one that’s way too big. You could probably paint one on with a marker, but I dont think that would help.
Oh, goodness, thank you. I hate bras. They don’t fit. They constrain me. They’re the bane (? --excuse me, I just got home from the bar) of my existence … okay, so let’s call them my nemesis. Sometimes I just want to rip it off. Like right now, except I already took it off. Wait … Thank God, almighty, I’m free at last!
You can have my bra when you pry it from my hot, sweaty, fingers