It Sucks to Have Breasts
No, it doesn’t. Not at all. It really nice, actually because you’re able to wear halter necks and support society’s stereotypes of a typical woman woman, which is really nice. No, but really.
Anyways, I’ve decided to post about breasts today (sorry to my male readers who cannot relate - or can you?) because it is an issue that concerns me and many/most female.
So I heard most American women are wearing the wrong bra size. Heck, I am not American, but I might be moving there one day so I thought to myself “Hmm.. Better not be one of them!”
I googled and found Vogue Australia’s forum about bra fitting and all. Sounds pretty interesting. The people who went and got their deeds done advised to go to those David Jones and Myer stores to get those old women to do them. I thought “Hmm… they are old women. Which means they are women, first of all, which means they have breasts. Since they are old they must have a lot of WISDOM. They probably have a lot of breasts wisdom.”
So fair enough, I decided on David Jones because I’ve heard some rather nasty things about some Myer boutiques and none from DJ (for those of you who don’t know, Myer and David Jones are two large Australian department stores with elite products yet are located in the typical Westfields “malls”).
Well some heads ups if you’re going to the DAVID JONES Paramatta stores to get fitted:
- Bring (a) friend(s)
- Don’t bring your mum, unless she’s very patient and cool.
- Don’t approach the woman with a question “Umm.. Do you do bra fitting? Today? Need I make an appointment?” Well, I knew well enough you didn’t need any sort of appointment to get it going, but I was vainly attempting to ask her for a bra fitting yet not have to cut the question. She replied with “if it’s for you, you’re a tiny titter so of course we can do it now!”. Both her and the woman behind giggled =_=
- Which brings me to my next point, don’t make yourself vulnerable to laughs and smirks with women in the area similar age to the fitter. >_>
Okay, so I was under the impression they’d get a measuring tape out and calculate my bra size. The only thing they did was tried on a few bra, and forced a sale or two. Luckily, I was a B-C (what the hell is the point of a bra fitting when you’re not even sure?!) yet my band size is extremely small. Like the other end of the hook, I’m actually leaning over, falling off the hook. This is lucky because they didn’t have an Australian 8B or 8C bra, I excused myself after half an hour of pointless fitting.
The moral of the story, always bring a friend so you guys can help each other out of the pressure!
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- Posted in Inwear, It's All Not Relevant. on April 28th, 2008 by Desirée Ha
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