Last week, as I was walking into my apartment in Victoria at the end of the day, I found myself praying that my roommate wasn’t home
All I had been able to think about since noon had been getting this damn bra off and throwing it into the trash bin and never ever, under any circumstances wearing it again. Making it into my room versus ripping it off just inside my front door was optional.
That’s a long time to spend not focused on more important work questions. There’s something terrible about a day when you are thinking about work problems but really your most pressing issue is an under-wire that is pressing in the wrong place and why won’t this strap stay on my shoulder. It doesn’t help matters when the lace is uncomfortable and cutting in, and the whole bra is a dead ugly beige.
It’s the sort of low grade annoyance that suddenly erupts and you just can’t take it any longer. It’s the sort of thing that starts every day off as a slightly bad day, and it just carries on from there. Life, I will declaim, is too short for uncomfortable underwear.
For years I paid a princely sum to a high end lingerie shop to buy bra’s that fit and weren’t ugly, and while I rued the money, I didn’t ever rue the fit or the style.
I have, well, I have working class breasts. They have been through pregnancies, which will change them, and the effect of 34 years of gravity has not been kind. If I could tell 15 year old me anything, it probably would be a pointed reference to physical activity, connective tissue and a sports bra.
Look – my working class breasts and I have few expectations of a bra. We’d like it to be comfortable. We’d like it to be pretty and maybe even a bit racy since no one will ever see it. We’d like it to keep the right things in, and the wrong things out. We’d like to have a few colour options, and we’d most importantly like it to keep the girls up where they belong without thinking about the appliance that is doing the work.
The money I spent on Saturday? Best money I’ve spent in a long time.
I will loudly proclaim this – put more women in the right bra and a good pair of underwear, and we really would rule the earth.