Nope! Boobies YAY! is a good attitude. Boobies are shameful and should be completely hidden from view is the one that fucks with us larger cupped gals.

It's not just that the boob thing isn't fair, it's that there's no winning. There's no way to get it right.

Your boobies are always right, DJ!

The real bitch about having gained twenty pounds in the last year is that my boobs have filled back out to a rather attractive full B-cup, almost edging into a C.

Why is this a bitch?

Because the rest of me looks meh and I know if I lose the twenty pounds, it'll come right back off the boobies and I'll be back to barely-B's that clearly show the evidence of having breastfed two babies who were born fifteen months apart.

S'okay-- y'all can take me out back and smack me a good one.

(Wonder if I lose only ten pounds will that split the difference nicely?)

Last night's Daily Show featured that little dig at community organizers. Like Jon Stewart said, "So, to all of you people trying to improve your neighborhood and your lives from the ground up? Fuck you!!!"

Last night's TDS was, yet again, awesomecakes. Even Mike Huckabee.

See also my tagline, which I glommed from Michael O'Hare, and which is getting a large circulation on the tubes.

Yay boobies! Also, yay work appropriate clothing. We have a casual office. Tank tops, shorts, and flip flops. When I have to go to a client office where the women are expected to wear dark hose in the middle of the summer I alter my clothing. No, I don't go buy hosiery, but I wear long pants instead of shorts and a shirt with sleeves. But my office is boobie friendly.

My rule of thumb for work appropriateness (going out is a whole 'nother story) is, "Would I wear this in front of my over-protective, football coach, all-men-are-punks dad?"

And, even with work appropriate (or work mandated uniforms), things can go wrong. When I was teaching I had to wear my dress whites. If I sat on the stoop behind the podium in profile, I had to make sure I sat the right direction or the students could see right inside my shirt because the spacing of the buttons made a little gap. Even in the right size shirt. Not that anyone complained, mind you, we're talking all male students (99% of the time, anyway.) My supervisor had to point it out to me and let me tell you, I was very embarassed because one of my jobs was also to teach the sexual harrassment seminars. Needless to say, I started incorporating the example into my seminars.

Please, please be careful about saying women need to put away their breasts at work. I realize what was probably meant was women who wear extremely low cut blouses to work, but as someone with very large boobs who has been, and been made to be very self conscious about them pretty much my whole life, it stings a bit. Even in what I'm wearing today (wrap shirt with camisole) I look totally boobtastic, but if I cover up any more, I have uni-boob which, frankly makes me look frumpy and fat.

I am so sorry- I wasn't thinking of the ramifications of what I said-- really it is the extremely low cutness of the clothing that I feel is inappropriate for the particular place we work, not the boobs! In fact, some of my irritation with these particular people is that I am pretty sure if I (as a larger breasted person) wore the same outfits, I would be talked to. This is more a case of young people not knowing what is appropriate work wear and needing to be guided than a large breast issue.

I am so sorry- I wasn't thinking of the ramifications of what I said-- really it is the extremely low cutness of the clothing that I feel is inappropriate for the particular place we work, not the boobs! In fact, some of my irritation with these particular people is that I am pretty sure if I (as a larger breasted person) wore the same outfits, I would be talked to. This is more a case of young people not knowing what is appropriate work wear and needing to be guided than a large breast issue.

I figured that's what you meant. You've never come across as Judgy McJudgerson, so I assumed you were talking about actual inappropriateness. It's totally my button.