the bra thing, continued...

Continued from last week's bra post. It occurs to me that there may be a size issue where re-wearing bras is concerned.

Like, back in the day when I had less than C-cup breasts (namely, middle school), I recall only having a couple of bras and wearing them over and over before I washed them. But a DD-cup bra just doesn't snap back into shape overnight in quite the same way. Unless it's a darn substantial contraption or sports bra, which we know I'm not a fan of. ;)

So, I kinda envy those of you whose taste and size make the whole bra thing so simple and efficient. And I still love the internet for enabling these conversations.

In other news, I didn't read email all weekend, and came back this morning to a bunch of emails from the DTMWSIMB list from this one woman who needs to be smacked. Basically, she argues that fat people need to be held to a higher standard of healthy living than thin people. Which is, of course, absurd.

more weekendy stuff

The neverending email stream from Ms. Dipshit, as cavlec so eloquently termed her, is going to drive me insane if I continue to read it.

Suffice to say, it is mind-blowingly absurd to assume that other people are misunderstanding you when they question or disagree with you, but to say "it's just my little old opinion la dee la" when you flame them like that Carson guy from Queer Eye lighting an exhaust hose filled with gasoline. Dude, she's running around calling people out left and right. Egads.

We've all encountered these people, right? I always want to do something other than step away in disgust, but it just doesn't seem to work. Speaking back only feeds their insanity.

( So, let's talk about shopping! )

The satisfying thing about the Torrid is that it's totally not work clothes. It's rebellious, functionless shopping. You don't buy things there for any reason other than the pleasure you'll get in wearing them.

Which is, by the way, rather remarkable in even being an option for us fat folk. The vast majority of fat women's clothing is just plain matronly, and it used to be much, much worse. If you want to wear formless and/or stretch clothes designed for amazons, by all means feel free. I'd like a polkadotted pencil skirt, thankyouverymuch. And it's nice to know I could have one.

So, yeah, the Torrid. One of those rare contexts in which shopping can be empowering.