Bra-traptions

I absolutely hate wearing bras.

They’re restrictive.

Serve no purpose.

Get in the way during nooki time.

Useless contraptions.

Not to mention going shopping for one is a whole ordeal in itself.

You have lacy ones.

Sparkly ones.

Black ones.

Rainbow ones.

Wild ones.

Add Two cup sizes ones.

Ones with straps that criss-cross, hook left to right, over the shoulder, between the boobs, or disappear altogether.

Once you find one that you actually like, you have to go try it on to make sure the thing fits.

Get to the dressing room.

Try it on.

Too small.

Get dressed.

Grab another size.

Too big.

DANG NABBET!

Now you have to start the process all over again.

Unless you go to Victoria Secret.

They measure your boobies for you.

Now being a small chested woman, this gets to be a hassle.

Yes, Miss Victoria Secret Boobie Expert.

I know what size I am.

The problem is that the band doesn’t fit me with that size.

So unless you have that size with a little extra room for my rib cage, forettaboutit.

Put me up one size.

Then she blubbers and sputters and tells me no, no, no I’m wrong.

Excuse me Miss Victoria Secret Boobie Expert, but these are my boobies you are trying to smush into that bra-traption.

Not your ginormous lovely ones.

So I’ll take my larger size, thank you very much.

Then I have the problem of finding one I actually like.

I’m an extremely picky bra person.

It has to compliment most of my outfits as the straps frequently show.

If it happens to go under a sheer shirt, the pattern can’t be giraffe heads or angry birds (who in the world designs these things?).

The sparklies can’t be too ginormous otherwise they will show through.

It can’t be a rough material otherwise my skin gets irritated.

The straps should be removable in case I want to go strapless.

Aaaannnnnd it has to be sexy.

Because there’s a very good chance that I will be jumped upon once my shirt comes off.

Needs to look presentable, at least.

Now, if we didn’t “need” to wear these things, life would be so much easier.

I wouldn’t have to make sure the straps or pattern aren’t showing when I dress for work.

Or about the Two Cup Size bra making my boobies look larger than they are in a favorable light.

I wouldn’t have to struggle with a realllly pretty one that I realllly want but the straps bite into my shoulder or the disappointment of not being able to buy it because of this one small factor.

My boobs would be able to feel the awesome material of my silk shirt.

Or my deliciously soft sweater.

They would be free to bounce their happy little selves whenever I went down the stairs.

Or ran after the kitty cat.

They wouldn’t complain about having to be held up during “girly time”.

“Ok ok boobies! I surrender! I will put down the bra!”

Now there are advantages for the guys here too.

Easy access.

No need to practice the “one hand unlatch” maneuver.

Or the “what the hell is it doing in the front?!” face.

And once again….Easy. Access.

Bras are acceptable when used in tandem with lingerie.

All that lace and frills and ribbons and such.

Then it’s ok to hold my boobies hostage in the bra-traption, because I know the ransom will be paid.

And I’d finally be able to say…

STICK EM UP!

 

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12 Responses to Bra-traptions

  1. Sometimes, being a man has its perks. I can laugh about your blog, without feeling your pain. I’m so sorry.

  2. I had never considered the shopper / Victoria Secret Booby Expert tension before. Interesting. I don’t think guys could handle this type of shopping experience. The most complicated thing we need to buy regularly is pants. Pants!

  3. sparklebumps says:

    This is awesome! Unfortuneately, becuz of the size of my buzooms, if I was to go out in public, people would be very offended. Also, I always forget those damn sparkles show through your shirt, so I end up with a $100 bra that I can never wear. Another type of sparklebumps I guess.

    • Exactly! Without a shirt on, it’s a very flattering type of Sparklebumps. 😉 I don’t think I’d be offended by your out and about bosoms…I might walk into a light pole from the gloriousness of them, but not offended 😉 BOOBIES WERE MEANT TO BE FREEEEE!

    • brotheramun says:

      Ok? Please clarify for me what a sparklebump is…I need translation! LOL…that is a funny word.

      • A sparklebump in this case is when you have sparkles on your bra and they show through your shirt as little bumps. Hence Sparklebumps! It’s also the name of a very spectacular blog- Sparklebumpsthebookwhore. =)

  4. brotheramun says:

    I approve this message- Free The Boobies!

  5. yaykisspurr says:

    A very funny post. I couldn’t agree more. Though I definitely need a bra when I go out. Cheers…

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