U...Underwires

A character in a book I was reading, scorned the high stiletto type heels that were in fashion, said the shoes must have been designed by a man. Her male companion agreed. Why? Because they appreciate the side effects, that a woman’s legs look great and her ass jiggles when she walks.

Well, I think the same can be said for underwire brassieres, the designed by men part. There’s some of that jiggle factor, as the wires keep the ‘girls’ uplifted and barely contained in those barely there demi-cups.

Women move about, twist and turn, bend and reach, and their bras move with them. From the very first wearing that wire starts to tear through the fabric, until that day it protrudes and stabs into you. Ouch. That wire hurts and it has to be taken out for the bra to be comfortable.

I don’t see a great deal of difference, but if one wire goes, they both go. Wouldn’t want somebody to suddenly tell you that one boob was higher than the other, if it does make a difference. I always poke a hole in the other cup and push the second wire out. I’m okay with a bit of droop if it means I’m pain free.

And when you think about it, wireless is the way to go now-a-days.