I'm with ya brenda. Once the bra is off, I'm HOME. not going anywhere.

What I do need to find is a good sports bra. The one I have is OLD and doesn't really do the job. It also gives me a uniboob.

(Bra or no bra is my gauge for whether it actually counts as having gotten dressed or if I still am technically in pjs, inside pants or no.)

Likewise. Although I admit I do sometimes, in Winter months when i'm wearing lots of layers, walk the dog while still braless.

Once the bra is off, I'm HOME. not going anywhere.

I'll go to the grocery store or similar errand w/o a bra, as long as I'm wearing a t-shirt with a loose sweater/fleece pullover/sweatshirt over it.

What I do need to find is a good sports bra. The one I have is OLD and doesn't really do the job. It also gives me a uniboob.

I accept the uniboob when I'm wearing a sports bra. As long as the bra keeps my parts in place, I don't really care if I have uniboob while I'm exercising.

I'm a big fan of the underwire (40 D). My mom was also against them, and she was as large boobed as I am. She mentioned something about a higher likelihood of lightning strikes to women wearing underwire bras, which strikes me as unlikely, to say the least.

I consider underwires a near-absolute necessity, but I used to have some vintage late-50s/early-60s bullet bras that were miracles of wireless engineering--some lovely combination of good straps and stretch lace and nice wide back-support pieces made them as comfy and lift-and-separate supportive as anything I've ever worn. Sadly, I'm now one cup size too large for them, but oh how I miss them.

Latest Matilda conversation (earlier this morning, as I was sitting reading Bitches with her cuddled in my lap):

Matilda: Mommy don't have a 'gina [vagina].

Me: Really? I'm pretty sure Mommy does have one.

Matilda, solemnly: No. Tilda have it.

I'm still unsure whether she meant it in a "Got your nose!" sort of way or whether she thinks there's some sort of one-to-a-household rule and that since she knows for a fact she has hers, clearly I'm going without.

JZ, that is hillarious.

I seem to recall CJ telling me, around that same age, that I had a penis, but was just hiding it.

I seem to recall CJ telling me, around that same age, that I had a penis, but was just hiding it.

This is the kind of stuff that sent Freud off on such a wrong track.

As a teenager, I eventually found that bra shopping was more comfortable with my father than with my mother. She was a B, and was determined never to admit that it could be remotely appropriate that I might possibly need a bigger cup size, in spite of me spending most of 9th grade suffering from 4-tit syndrome. Dad didn't have an opinion on the size of the things, so didn't care about the C cup adventures in underwires I might take. He did need a bit of convincing that colors other than pure (emphasis on pure) white were a good idea. But with the female clerk's help I convinced him of the joys of a skin(ish) toned bra under white blouses, he saw reason. In retrospect, the discomfort of those first underwire bras I got lead me to suspect that I probably needed D cups. When I finally learned how to measure myself, and so get a bra that actually does fit, I found underwires were not near so much a torture as I'd remembered.

I would be all for going without underwires. I love shelf bras and things of that sort. Heck, I'd go without, but that would involve chafing. I am not especially a fan of the underwire. However, I'm also an A cup who needs no lifting nor any separation. BUT, I wear the underwire, because I DO need padding. Much padding. Both because it is aesthetically nice on occasion, but more importantly, because otherwise I am very very pointy. Very. Pointy. Extremely. And they don't tend to make padded not-underwires.

Meanwhile, I am stuck at my parents' house all day, "working" (OK, I have actually been doing work, I only just got on my personal laptop 20 minutes ago, and I'm on east coast time). Somebody SAAAAAAAAVE me.....(sing along now....)

I have Inside Bras as well as Inside Pants.

JZ, I love the way Liv says 'gina. It's too cute. DH was disturbed by it at first. When I asked him what we should call it, he suggested "mysterious woman parts." I said they were only mysterious to HIM.