Backlash on boobies? Nay I say, nay. However, this girl, who’s usually pegged as a fairly liberal princess, is putting her foot down on bouncing breasts. “How could you, JC? I thought you were hip and free like us?” I am free as a bird, and a hip bird at that. I just can’t let you go around bra-less any longer claiming comfort over logic. I won’t hold you back, and let it be known I accept you either way, but allow me to make my point before your double-d’s double time it out of here.
Too much? I can’t help but notice that when summer time rolls around, the naked come out to play, and rightfully so. But, it is one thing to embrace summer, dress for the occasion, and feel comfortable, and it’s another to purposely not wear a bra to be “hip.” Who ya foolin’, kitten? No one. Allow me to explain. But first, this is where you say, “Hey, I like when girls have their boobs out because I’m into that sort of thing,” and to you I say, get after it. Go have a field day staring at someone’s milk machines. In the end, that might be what they want. “But I don’t have any boobs, JC. That means I don’t have to wear a bra.” Nope. Even if they are the tiniest A’s in the world, they are there. And people can’t take their eyes off them. And, maybe that’s just it. It’s a voyeuristic thing. You like the attention of it because you are free and being you. I am on your side. I too was just like you. I literally used to perform comedy on a stage in front of audiences without a bra. And here’s what I learned. I moved up quickly in my career, the end. JK. That’s not true. I don’t…think.
I learned that as much as shirts “fit me better” or that I was choosing comfort over under wire, I was distracting people from listening to what I had to say and in the end, they didn’t really take me seriously. And because I was such a tomboy, I just didn’t take the time to find the bra that was right for me. I don’t like padding or shifting or pumping or bedazzled clothing of any kind. So Vicki Secret isn’t really my bag. Me? I just want something that in case I am running from the apocalypse, I have a smidge of support to get me to higher ground (That’s how apocalypse’s work, yea?). Nothing fancy, just keep me and my perky B’s happy (left side B, right side debatable C).
So, now I pass the torch of breasts on to you, my hip fashionista in the streets. Here is your chance to be smart, sassy, classy and filled with style sans boobie time. Just try it. I ‘m not a prude, I am logical. Think of your bra purchase as an investment. That way years later when you have kids, you won’t have to explain why your nipples are smiling in this picture.
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