Once, Twice...5 Times A Woman..
Each time I mentioned lingerie shopping to my ex, he’d give me this “Haiyo, why laaaaaaaa” pleading look. A look that would be reason enough for me to launch into a “I don’t see why you’re so embarrassed to…..” nitpicking argument.
It’s not that I needed help picking out brassieres- no one has a say in what I wear, trust me, undergarments or otherwise
Putting it plainly, I occasionally enjoy a ‘just because’ fight (after all, I AM a woman) and this was one of my favourite topics simply because he could never come up with a better excuse than, “I don’t know la…I don’t feel comfortable with all those ladies hawk-staring at me like I’m invading their territory.”
Then there’s my silly younger sister of an awkward age who’d rather have 3 eyes and 8 hands than be caught dead in that forbidden department. She would never know if she needed a new bra-my mom would. Even after that, she’d still insist that her old ones are fine, never mind that the straps have lost every bit of their elasticity. Frankly, we’re always only one step from putting her on a leash and dragging her, kicking and screaming to get her HER essentials.
On the same note, I was naturally delirious when I came across a Victoria’s Secret clearance sale ad in the Star daily last week; the good Lord above mercifully responded to the plight of my well-endowed likes!
Hence, Saturday noon found me at the Pan Global building in PJ-alone (sweet freedom) sifting through the abundant piles of bras. Coming in view of the DD, F and G cups was a humbling experience indeed.
And every bit hair-raising as well.
It was bad enough that there were sleazy looking males walking about, there was an appaling count of women with no apparent sense of dignity.
Then there were men obediently following their other halves, on the pretext of being loyal husbands/boyfriends I assume. Hah!
I caught so many of theses loyalites stealing disgusting glances at the chests of the next woman picking up bras for inspection, smiling cheesily to themselves. It made me so uncomfortable, since I caught mine being stared at countless times as well.
I guess they thought they were being discreet but little did they know that yours truly is every bit as observant as how blur she normally seems.
I couldn’t help feeling sorry for their spouses who trusted their wandering eyes to bring them to an event of such.
Horrified is the only word that remotely expresses my shock at the way some of the women were trying on the bras-they wore it over their clothes, just like how anyone would wear a bra. How utterly disgusting! I was reeling in pained embarrassment.
Firstly, how could you ever tell if it’ll fit properly if you wear it over another bra and a top? That is excruciatingly dumb.
Secondly, NOT SHY AH? Feeling and cupping yourself in public!
Imagine, I had to bear the embarrassment of two; one of theirs, another of mine-multiplied by the number of incidents.
It wasn’t stated anywhere that you couldn’t try the garments on, they just matter-of-factly did not provide fitting rooms-a total breach of consumer rights!
But the organizers were a real ‘sympathetic’ lot though, you could return your purchases in exchange for something else (which you’d have no guarantee of a good fit). Either way, skin contact will be made!
The organizers are more than willing to inconvenience their customers just to guarantee sales. Smart and insensitive.
Bitching aside, I went home a contented woman. 5 gorgeous pieces at RM19.90 each, 5 times sexier ;)
I was talking to my cousins about the sale and female assets and how hard is it for Indian women in this country (I’m not saying everyone else has it easy, I’m just representing the bulk of the Indians who share the same sentiments), when one of them said irately, “These planks! Everything is catered for them. Why the hell do you need push ups on a 32A? PUSH WHAT??”
Funny, but true.
I had my first Bharathanatyam class last Friday, and my thighs and butt still hurts till this second. But the aches are perfectly worthwhile for the teacher said that I’m extremely good for a beginner. She’d normally teach beginners a step or two but I learnt FIVE! Clap hands, clap hands…
I texted my parents and Sha after the class, saying that I just attended my first class and what encouragement I got.
Appa: WHAT????
Amma: hahahahahhaahha
Sha: You’re gonna get a fat ass going for those classes!
So much for family-Idiots!
It’s not that I needed help picking out brassieres- no one has a say in what I wear, trust me, undergarments or otherwise
Putting it plainly, I occasionally enjoy a ‘just because’ fight (after all, I AM a woman) and this was one of my favourite topics simply because he could never come up with a better excuse than, “I don’t know la…I don’t feel comfortable with all those ladies hawk-staring at me like I’m invading their territory.”
Then there’s my silly younger sister of an awkward age who’d rather have 3 eyes and 8 hands than be caught dead in that forbidden department. She would never know if she needed a new bra-my mom would. Even after that, she’d still insist that her old ones are fine, never mind that the straps have lost every bit of their elasticity. Frankly, we’re always only one step from putting her on a leash and dragging her, kicking and screaming to get her HER essentials.
On the same note, I was naturally delirious when I came across a Victoria’s Secret clearance sale ad in the Star daily last week; the good Lord above mercifully responded to the plight of my well-endowed likes!
Hence, Saturday noon found me at the Pan Global building in PJ-alone (sweet freedom) sifting through the abundant piles of bras. Coming in view of the DD, F and G cups was a humbling experience indeed.
And every bit hair-raising as well.
It was bad enough that there were sleazy looking males walking about, there was an appaling count of women with no apparent sense of dignity.
Then there were men obediently following their other halves, on the pretext of being loyal husbands/boyfriends I assume. Hah!
I caught so many of theses loyalites stealing disgusting glances at the chests of the next woman picking up bras for inspection, smiling cheesily to themselves. It made me so uncomfortable, since I caught mine being stared at countless times as well.
I guess they thought they were being discreet but little did they know that yours truly is every bit as observant as how blur she normally seems.
I couldn’t help feeling sorry for their spouses who trusted their wandering eyes to bring them to an event of such.
Horrified is the only word that remotely expresses my shock at the way some of the women were trying on the bras-they wore it over their clothes, just like how anyone would wear a bra. How utterly disgusting! I was reeling in pained embarrassment.
Firstly, how could you ever tell if it’ll fit properly if you wear it over another bra and a top? That is excruciatingly dumb.
Secondly, NOT SHY AH? Feeling and cupping yourself in public!
Imagine, I had to bear the embarrassment of two; one of theirs, another of mine-multiplied by the number of incidents.
It wasn’t stated anywhere that you couldn’t try the garments on, they just matter-of-factly did not provide fitting rooms-a total breach of consumer rights!
But the organizers were a real ‘sympathetic’ lot though, you could return your purchases in exchange for something else (which you’d have no guarantee of a good fit). Either way, skin contact will be made!
The organizers are more than willing to inconvenience their customers just to guarantee sales. Smart and insensitive.
Bitching aside, I went home a contented woman. 5 gorgeous pieces at RM19.90 each, 5 times sexier ;)
I was talking to my cousins about the sale and female assets and how hard is it for Indian women in this country (I’m not saying everyone else has it easy, I’m just representing the bulk of the Indians who share the same sentiments), when one of them said irately, “These planks! Everything is catered for them. Why the hell do you need push ups on a 32A? PUSH WHAT??”
Funny, but true.
I had my first Bharathanatyam class last Friday, and my thighs and butt still hurts till this second. But the aches are perfectly worthwhile for the teacher said that I’m extremely good for a beginner. She’d normally teach beginners a step or two but I learnt FIVE! Clap hands, clap hands…
I texted my parents and Sha after the class, saying that I just attended my first class and what encouragement I got.
Appa: WHAT????
Amma: hahahahahhaahha
Sha: You’re gonna get a fat ass going for those classes!
So much for family-Idiots!
2 Comments:
Its a fact, the going sideways thingy..Sha got it right. I've seen three live cases. My theory is it doesn't happen until you stop natyam. So dance away nunu =)
will dance away!
i'm looking for belly dancing and salsa classes out of klang..let me know if you know of any...:)
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