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[dragonlady7]

Am very behind on the Internet. Not comfortable (or sedentary!) enough at new job to abuse the Internet there. I'm only able to update now because I've skived off roller derby practice, horrible thing that I am. I've totally ransacked my whole wardrobe to find things to wear for my completely different new job, and in the process misplaced not only my white practice shirt with my name and number on the back, but also the one I made to replace it, and the one I made to replace that. Given that it's just been announced that if we show up to practice now without both a black and a white practice shirt with name and numbers on it in contrasting color, we won't get credit for attending, I decided that I had better things to do with my time than to go to a practice I'd be marked absent from anyway. (I have a black shirt with white numbers, but the new policy specifies both, and I am not going to make myself yet another goddamn white shirt when I have three, all of which I know are clean, somewhere in the house.)

Not to be bitter or anything, I just spent about eighteen hours last week doing PR shit for roller derby, even considering the fact that I was out of town for half the week. So I'm a little tired, burned-out, and sick of all of it, and am so thoroughly distracted by the shambles that used to be my boring life that I really haven't got the room for derby burnout on top of it. Also I am horribly, horribly guilty that I didn't send out a follow-up press release on Monday morning, but I literally spent all day Sunday after (guess what!!) roller derby practice trying to get my wardrobe and room and life in order, and still didn't succeed. And last night I crashed at 8 pm and didn't wake up until 6:30 am. I haven't even had time to shower since Sunday night. (Which is fine, since I haven't had time to exercise either.)

I know all these issues will be eased, all the miscommunications and all the freaking out and all the power imbalances and all the rest of it, as we get better at this. i'm the one always going on endlessly about how this is a learning season and we'll only get stronger and blah de fucking blah. I do believe it all. I just need a fucking break, just for a minute. Just for a day. I'll go skating with the girls tomorrow night. I really will. I just, you know, not tonight.

Anyway.

Really I just came here to post the following observation, which I came up with whilst perusing the latest Bravissimo catalogue.


Why on earth do the people who write product descriptions for bra catalogues always feel the need to point out that the detailing on bras (usually tiny flowers, or ribbons, or bits of lace) "add that feminine touch"??
Isn't a bra feminine enough? It's a motherfucking bra. What, pray tell, is more feminine than a pair of goddamn fucking tits???

Particularly as the catalogue in question is exclusively for D-cups and up?

It's a goddamn huge bra. It needs tiny flowers so you know it's not, you know, a man's garment.

I don't know, my mind is simply boggled, that's all.

So much boggled that can't even remember what else I came here to say. (I will point out that I had meant this to be pretty much a one-line entry, as those are always funnier, but you know, brevity eludes me. As ever.)

Comments

[gyen-gaoltosing.livejournal.com]

Isn't a bra feminine enough? It's a motherfucking bra. What, pray tell, is more feminine than a pair of goddamn fucking tits???

Okay, I just laughed at that for about a minute straight. Point taken.

To me, underwear is just underwear. I often prefer that it not be frilly. But other women REQUIRE lingerie or lingerie-ish undergarments--satin and fancy colors and all that shit. It's a thing. I don't get it, but it's a big, big thing. Thus, the fascination with Victoria's Secret. *shrug* I stopped buying their panties a decade ago because they always gave me wedgies.

[dragonlady7.livejournal.com]

I hate VS because they have never manufactured anything that fit me-- and I mean, I have never been a size that they sell-- and yet they pretend like they're the only goddamn bra store in the world.
Also they're ridiculously rude, and if you walk in there with the most beautiful breasts in the world, they're going to make you feel like there's something wrong with you if you can't wear their cheap-ass ugly shit.

Fuck Victoria's Secret, is all I gotta say.


All that having been said, I do like frilly underthings now and then, but I just don't see how the utilitarian ones are less feminine. Really I don't. Big white granny panties? Still pretty damn womanly, given that they are meant to go over somebody's vagina. Not seeing how the flowers are strictly necessary to make them feminine. Because, after all, if there is one thing that is more female than a pair of breasts, it would be a vagina.

I'm glad you found the initial rant funny, because that's what I was going for at the time. :)