The women in my family take their breasts very seriously. Breast health is certainly important and fortunately, we have never had anything serious. However, the bras you wear, is a whole different story. We are a progressive group of women but you would never find one of us burning a bra. And guess where Mama Ruth wears her red Kabbalah ribbon? Coincidence? I don't think so. I remember being on the edge of puberty and having my mother schlep me to Saks so I could stand in a beige-toned dressing room and have my tiny breasts measured. by an 108 year old women, who paraded in with several styles. Talk about humiliation. A couple of years ago Oprah did a ground breaking expose about how 85% of women wear the wrong size. This story included lots of measuring and sharing, of course. When my mother found out that the store featured in the story was in Atlanta, she promptly scheduled a trip the following weekend. Now, every time she goes to Atlanta, she schedules time to meet with her brasmith. Anyone who has gone in search of proper foundation knows it is not cheap. Well, fear no longer. I received an email this weekend with subject line simply shouting: BRAS! Granted my mother does not know email etiquette but the irony of all caps was not lost on me. I opened the email to find a store located right here in my current state of South Carolina that sells all the "best names at discount prices." The interior of the email simply read as this: Order a lot, try them on - you can return them." Thanks, Ma. Now I will never be met with the hair raising comment that I look nice but if I was wearing a better bra I would look better.
For more hilarity in the breast department, I highly recommend the documentary short A Good Uplift. It's the best 13 minutes of your life.
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