I’m Torn: Strapless Bras

strapless braEvery self-respecting college girl has one (or three): a strapless bra.  Without this little piece of lingerie magic, we would be without proper support in our skankiest dresses and tube tops (and whatever else needs to show a lot of shoulder and not a lot of bra strap).  Some of us need need them to keep us supported during times when we can’t support ourselves and others need them to shape and pad us when our non-existent boobs aren’t enough.

Yet, as much as I love the strapless bra, I hate it.  The reality is that bras were made with straps for a reason and without them, it’s an epic fail waiting to happen.

While I own my fair share of so-called strapless wonders, I’m torn as to whether I really need them or not…

Love it:
There’s nothing quite as tacky as bra straps slipping out of tops.  I mean, it’s such an easy fix, so it’s annoying when people are walking around all strappy and whatnot.  I don’t care how nice your bra is, I don’t want to see the straps. And, no, those clear ones don’t cut it either.

In this regard, strapless bras work wonders.  They fit under your slinky tops without revealing to the general public that you buy your bras at Kmart (I only have, like, two from there…) AND they provide a step up from going without a bra, in that they stop the floppin’ and maybe provide some (in my case, much needed) push up action.

Also, when I first put a strapless bra on, I get to dance around and pretend I’m a burlesque performer.  Strapless bras have an aura of secret sexiness about them that makes me feel like I’m seduction on a stick.  They’re definitely a confidence booster (and my confidence definitely needs a boost once I look in the mirror and realize that my new, delicate dress really does make my arms look ginormous). Read More »


Candy Dish: George Clooney’s Abage. Mmmm…

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Clooney is like a fine wine

Politicians judged by their baby-holding abilities

J.Lo gets taken over by Scientologists?

WTF?!

Disturbing, disturbing babies in food costumes

I mean, who doesn’t want a white trash birthday?

Halle Berry preggers?

Break these fashion rules

Posh uses poop to maintain clear complextion

More reasons for guys to watch football

Go Go Power Rangers…not so much

That’s what SHE said!

Palin is NOT invited to Madonna’s party

Someone actually married Howard Stern

What if Beyonce was a boy?

God, those Scientologists are after everyone!


Crazy Advisory System: Britney is a Code Red!

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At first, I loved her. She was a slave for me, even though I was toxic…she told me so!Then Brit was so sad that I felt bad for her. Next time she was in the news, I felt bad for her kids. At NO TIME, did I ever feel bad for K-Fed (You are a douche dude! Go finish highschool! Zac Efron is cooler than you.)

With the latest videos, stories and photos of Britney having sex in a boutique (Betsey Johnson) and cursing out small store managers – she is a little too Bobby&Whitney on crack for me. The days of her carrying Preston around while a wife-beater without a bra and driving around with Paris refusing to wear underwear, seem so long ago. Those times of normal white-trashdom have careened into the psycho-hose-beast we see before us today. I can’t help but think:

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