Breasts and Bras: The Irony and the Ecstasy

I am practical, and I rise above the level of fashionista, unconcerned about public opinion, charting my path without as much as a glance toward the dictates of fashion.Or, I am lazy, and like Rhett Butler, frankly I just don’t give a d**n what you think.Either way, I have long ago abandoned two of the stylish woman’s three instruments of self-inflicted torture:   make-up and shoes.  The third, the brassiere, is my topic today.It was easy to get rid of make-up:  I developed an allergy, and … [Read more...]