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The following is a (minimally edited) poorly written email I threw together about a week ago. :) I have minor tendancies toward lameness, but perhaps I'll someday work up the courage to tell you all the short story of how I came to find 'importance' in such matters. ... As I awaited sleep last night, I was thinking, as I tend to do. For some reason, bra-burning entered my mind. I used to think, "why the bra?" I thought I liked bras. They prevent jiggle; that must serve some sort of athletic purpose (though, I suspected women were at least as athletic in years before their advent). Besides, wearing them makes me feel less flabby. They reshape, so I don't think my boobs look so funny under clothes. ... Wait... sh*t! Damn society! :) Bras are descended from corsets. Their purpose is to reshape...unnaturally...since, you know, a natural shape could easily be achieved without a bra. Primarily, they're oversexualized fashion objects. Were we not all binding our boobs up, we would likely all (women and men) damn notice and realize that most boobs really don't look as we try to make ours appear. They tend to hang a little... sometimes a lot... frequently pointing outward. ... They're asymmetric by nature. The standard boobs of media-based industries, even when unaltered surgically (though likely still airbrushed and with the benefit of flattering lighting and selective photography), are usually very much atypical... and they aren't identical to those that were in fashion 50 or 100 years ago. Furthermore, I started reading... Apparently, by wearing bras, I may be inhibiting melatonin production (which is certainly believable in my case), super-increasing my risk for breast cancer (a side-effect I'd heard of many times before), and causing the ligaments that support my breasts to atrophy (and thus, my boobs to 'sag' more than they would otherwise...not that there's anything wrong with that godf*ckingdamnit :D ), in addition to supporting beliefs that encourage insecurity in women whose boobs don't quite match and appropriately perk and all of that other awesome stuff that boobs just tend not to do on their own. Oh yeah... and supporting breast cancer, sleep-deprivation, and premature aging in women in general. Go me!!!!!! Jiggle in athletics, unless perhaps one is very large-chested, is not dangerous.... and likely only avoided because we are unaccustomed to it. So yeah... I got myself all annoyed. :) Will I stop wearing bras? Nah. I can't. Society has gotten to me. Perhaps someday I'll be a stronger person. I'm already fighting the urge to shave my legs. I think I'm strong enough for that battle. ...which probably makes me stronger (in that sense) than most of the women I know. Give me a few years for the armpits. :D Holy crap. I must have had a lot to say. Sincere apologies! ...and don't even get me started on menstrual products. :) Sonja ... The responses I received from female recipients were all expressions of agreement. However, they all (four females total) expressed an insecurity that would prevent them from ever going braless in public. All but one actually used the word 'deformed' to describe their own breasts. A further update... I managed to 'do the town' tonight bra-free. :) Post a comment in response: |
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