As a kid, my ballet teacher nicknamed me Olive Oil because I was tall and skinny with long dark hair like the cartoon. By 14, puberty had left me squeezing into 32DD bras. My instant curves disgusted me. "You are not fat; you’re Zaftik," my mother would say in Yiddish, as she inspected my 5'7" and 120-lb. frame. She meant I carried my weight well. Large busts were so common among Jewish women they'd created a word in the Old Country for exactly what I'd inherited.
Intimate Health—a company owned by Christina Erteszek—created a Brassage. A Brassage is a normal bra with "massaging" cushions on the sides, which they claim eliminate all the nasty toxins and reduce one's chances of tissue abnormality. ABC News decided to get to the bottom of all this lymphatic toxic bra strap madness and find out if this is something we should really be deconstructing our underwear drawer over. "We really have no data that toxins are accumulating in the breast tissue every day, and that they are not being allowed to drain out because of people wearing bras," Dr. Susan Love, a professor of surgery at the David Geffen School of Medicine at the University of California, Los Angeles. Oh, and when the website says the bras are doctor-designed, ABC comes to find out this doctor is actually a chiropractor.
If you're planning to take a beach vacation in the next couple of weeks, in addition to watching out for jellyfish, be on the lookout for plastic breasts! According to The Australian, Men's magazine Ralph was shipping $200,000 of fake mammaries from Beijing to its headquarters down under, but when the container arrived in Sydney it was empty! Where are the 130,000 pairs of plastic pectoral pillows? No one knows.
We usually don't associate the brrrr!-ful winter months with boobs hanging out of our clothes (that would be summertime!) but the Daily Mail points out a tricky sartorial trend: lots of cleavage with the holiday party dresses. Especially in such sweatpants-and-tee-shirts times, us single girls relish the holiday party for the chance to show off some cleavage and reel in a randy fellow. It's been a long time since our Sexy Police Woman / Sexy Nurse / Sexy Mailman costume at Halloween, after all. In northern climates, we're wearing down jackets from late September until late March, so dress-up opportunities are few and far between. The trick, of course, is to show off your girls in a sensible way. So how low should you go? Aim for what you feel comfortable with -- though we suggest you aim for social appropriate-ness. A cocktail party on a Saturday night? Go wild. An office party? Definitely show a bit less, but still enough to enchant Bingo in accounting. Synegogue or church? Cover 'em up.
Women in a state of undress tend to think about their "wobbly bits" as Bridget Jones called them. This probably includes one or more of the "trouble area trifecta" spots: stomach, thighs or butt. Men, on the other hand, skip the wobbles and let their gazes go almost immediately to their favorite parts, whether a woman's clothed or naked. Truth Merchants' "Ask A Guy" contributor tells us if a man's into the booty, he'll probably start checking out a woman at her feet and work his way up. If the chest's more his thing, he might look you in the eyes before focusing on the breasts.
Today Lemondrop brings us word of another bra-related fashion trend: going braless. Erin, writing for Lemondrop, brings up the point, ahem, that when your breasts get cold your nipples get hard, and "while having your nips in salute mode may be considered flirtatious in some corners, I prefer to leave my headlights off, thank you very much."
When I go running I put my iPod in my sports bra—it just makes sense! I don't like to have something attached to my arm and carrying it in my hand messes with my stride; sticking a nano in my cleavage is easy! I'm shocked that more women don't do it. I admit, though, that I sometimes worry that my gym crush might wonder why I have wires coming out of my cleavage, and why I occasionally reach into my shirt and appear to be adjusting my boobs—I'm just skipping a song, I swear! So I'm not sure I'm into the idea of storing not just my iPod, but the entire contents of my purse, inside my bra. That's the concept behind the Cleavage Caddy (via Lemondrop), the signature product of Mazantri Creations, a company that's embraced the bra as storage. The idea of stashing a couple of bills and an ID in your bra isn't new, but the Caddy isn't just for cards and cash—there are compartments for a cellphone, pen, lip gloss—the works.
"What kind of woman has boobs like that?" I remember wondering as I stared at a detailed breastfeeding diagram in a thick baby care book during the early stages of pregnancy with my first child. The woman's breast sloped and sagged into a shape resembling a popped balloon. The deflated boobs looked nothing like my small, perky breasts.