bra blah

Went shopping for bras at Target today. I hate shopping for bras. Most of the year, I can get away with wearing shelf-bra camisoles and layering something loose on top, but the weather has cooled down enough to invoke my tighter-fitting long-sleeved tops as an underlayer for variously felted wool sweaters.

I seem to've gone up a band size relative to most previous bras, at least wrt the brand I ended up with this time.

I was somehow both entertained and disgusted that current bra philosophy seems to assume that everyone wants to be a certain forcibly averaged cup size. A-cups? You will be saddled with mighty foam artillery shells! C-cups? Stuff yourself into this minimizer!( Read more... )