No, I'm Not Going to Ask Vanessa
Your boobies are your own concern.
Excuse me but I need to rant for a moment.
I saw this the other day in the New York Times:
Whaaaaaat?
Do women need to ask permission for every single thing in life?
We are not children. Despite the recent efforts of some knuckle-draggers, women in America still get to decide who we are and what we wear.
Yet there was that headline and this question:
Seriously, Eddye?
You’re asking permission from a stranger to not wear a bra?
An undergarment. Something you wear under your clothes, not on top like Madonna.
Is it okay not to wear an undergarment? You need to know.
THERE ARE NO FUCKING RULES, EDDYE. GO LIVE YOUR LIFE.
Because here’s the thing to remember: Every single rule on this Earth — EVERY SINGLE ONE — was made up by someone.
A human just like you, Eddye, made up those rules and said, “This is the way we do this!” And then there was a sign or a piece of paper and boom it was now a rule and people followed it.
You know where there aren’t any rules, Eddye? In the ocean.
You just swim or float or drown. Not one sign or loud-speaker announcement telling you what to do or how to do it. No wonder people love the ocean.
And you know what else? Not one mammal, animal, whale, or plankton down there wears a bra. Or any clothing. Fish truly DGAF.
Eddye, Eddye, Eddye. You need to know exactly what the rules are about you deciding to let the girls hang free for a day.
You think Chad woke up this morning and asked about freeballing?
NO, HE DIDN’T, EDDYE.
Not one Brad or Michael or Timothy woke up this morning and thought, “Hmmm. I just want to pull on my jeans and let the boys go where they may today. Should I do it? What will people say? Is it rude to not wear underwear? Maybe I should call Fred and ask him. No. I know — I’ll write to the New York Times! They’ll have the answer about freeballing!” Smiley face. Heart icon. Giggle.
And, as the NYT answer notes, there’s really not one reason that you HAVE to wear a bra. Larger-breasted women and fitness enthusiasts, YMMV.
So wear a bra or not. Nobody gets to make that decision but you, Eddye.
If you feel like it, leave the bra in the drawer and be free. Maybe even have breakfast for dinner — or ice cream. Somebody made up the rules about that, too.
This society may have taught you to question and re-question everything about your existence, but you don’t have to live that way, Eddye.
Stop asking permission. Go forth and be a badass.
Love,
Fuck Underwires
Bonus Read: The Long Evolution of the Bra: Who Invented It and Why?
The conditioning to seek approval was spoon fed-especially we must placate the men. It’s like detangling an old rotary phone cord-no matter how hard you try it can never be right again. I do believe that women have a tremendously inflated for perfection because that was how you got noticed and, frankly, because men could be rewarded for mediocrity while she supported. I’m finally learning that most of my answers are in me though the temptation to seek validation is a mofo.
Bro, what Bra? What kind of BullShip are they trying to fly? Lol I banned bras a long time ago, letting it all hang out ,..