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.

he suggested "mysterious woman parts."

At least it wasn't The Glittery Hoo-Ha of Happiness

Shit. Shit shit shit shit. There are reports about heavy exchange of fire where my sister is for several hours. But she called 2 and a half hours ago.

And I think I need more explanation about what underwire bra is.

The Glittery Hoo-Ha of Happiness

Aww, I kinda like this. The glitter part is all Bitchy. Sorta.

I have never owned a comfortable structured bra. I have some sports bras that confine and support but don't squish that I rely on for most daily use. I spent far too long in excruciating bras to give another moment to boobular discomfort, unless there's an expensive dinner and a really good show involved.

The Glittery Hoo-Ha of Happiness

I had a friend who would call it the "Holy of Holies". Possibly he spelled it differently in his head.

At any rate, any time he said it, I had a very strange vision in my head that was a mix of a Hustler spread and the Well of Souls scene from Raiders of the Lost Ark.

Brings whole new meaning to the "Staff of Ra".

eta: Also, hilarious connotations to "They're digging in the wrong place!"

Here is a collection of pictures of different underwire bras. [link]