Defying Gravity. One bra at a time.
Bras. Now there's a thousand dollar subject. The cost of them, the shape of them, of the fit of them . . . last ready to wear bra I bought set me back just shy of a hundred bucks. Yea, a bill man . . . And, to make it even better it was just okay. Like every other bra I've ever owned it was comfortable for about two wearings and then the real personality appeared. Yea. Every woman knows that pain. Wires digging into you, cutting into the chest bone, or . . . the dreaded jiggle and gap at the cup top. Okay, the other side . . . spillage. There's a classy, sexy image. Any woman will admit--though many will need a bourbon or two to really say it--that a favorite bra, one that fits will get worn until it stinks. You know what I mean. Years later, no amount of soap gets the sweat smell out. Yea. The bra. It's like a woman's inside arm. Of course, 99 percent of bras make us want to rage, pull our hair ou...