Bras, revisited

My sister chided me tonight for failing to put “the bra story” in a prominent place on this blog. Apparently she tried to show it to a friend and couldn’t find it. “How come it’s not at the top of the page with those other (presumably less interesting) links?”

Because, sis, I got tired of colleagues asking if I was wearing The Bra. And then there was the time I went on a job interview, the company checked my blog to learn more about me and came upon Part I (I hadn’t published Part II yet). When I arrived, the women eagerly asked me to finish the story instead of actually interviewing me for the job. The men regarded me about the same way a turkey regards Thanksgiving. 

Yet, as a demonstration of my sororital devotion, here is part I and part II:

Part I: Can the right bra change your life?
Part II: Bra beating

From now on, Suzi, when you search for the story, search for brassiere, or “Bras, revisited,” and you should find it.

And before anyone asks, no, The Bra went to the great lingerie drawer in the sky. Or, given its history, the great lingerie drawer at the bottom of the elevator shaft.