Word: bras
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...please, this is such old tech. Are you wearing 80-year-old underwear? Again, no need to answer. But how can it be that in the past eight decades we've gone from measuring by furlongs and pinches to microns and nanoseconds and gigabytes, but we're still sizing bras according to the first few letters of the alphabet? And I'm not discounting the seminal work of the Swiss anthropologist Rudolf Martin, who classified breasts into four types: flat, hemispheric, conical and goat-udder-shaped. It's just that, inexplicably, his nomenclature system failed to catch...
...Hong Kong researchers took 98. The key to building a better bra, they concluded, is to use a depth-width ratio rather than just volume to figure out the cup size. Warren, can you see what's happening here? Are you going to let Chinese women have better-fitting bras than we do? Where is your sense of patriotism? First it's superior bras, then it's superior weapons, and before long the fat lady in her too-snug undergarment has sung, and it's over...
...know, W.B., bras carry a lot more freight than just the bosomy kind. When women stand in front of the mirror, they don't see a bra that doesn't fit. They see a woman who doesn't fit--whose cup runneth over, who is insufficiently endowed, who is goat-shaped...
About half the adult population wears bras. The other half strategizes about them. Building a better-fitting one is not just good for female self-esteem, it's good for business. And you are the guy to do it. Can't you see the ad campaigns? "The Buffett Bustier: because one size does not fit all." Or "Get yourself into a neBRAska. We've got room for everyone...
...ended at the Fox Club—quel dommage...Theta girls, equipped with their GatorADe, were forced to move the party to the Owl once the AD steward found out...Good thing they were dressed in “workout gear”—tight leggings, exposed bras, legwarmers, etc.—since the Owl now has its very own ice-rink in the backyard...Artsy types at Story Street were treated to the sight of many an undernourished torso after a certain former poetry editor forcefully removed their vintage t-shirts...Good thing they chowed down...