by marionroach on August 7, 2010
THE BRA’S BIRTHDAY. Now there is something to celebrate, sisters. And a centennial birthday, at that. Imagine: 100 years have gone by since the first American woman said—now repeat after me, sisters—“How in the world am I going to these into that?” Oh, yes, sisters, let’s light some birthday candles and throw a few bras on the pyre, since it’s a birthday you don’t want to miss. [click to continue…]
by marionroach on February 19, 2010
OUR BRAS. IN TRANSLATION. Is it just us, or do they look bigger in French?
by marionroach on July 28, 2009
MENOPAUSE MADE ME DO IT. It’s my new favorite shield phrase, though I do find that from behind its protection come some of the more surprising things I’ve said in my lifetime. These phrases just seem to hurtle from me, and while I must admit that they feel so good as they tumble out, even I am sometimes surprised when I hear them go whizzing by. Consider, for instance, what I recently screamed out my car window about my boobs. [click to continue…]
by marionroach on April 29, 2009

B RAS HAVE NEVER BEEN FUNNY until now. I have never–and I am not making this up–found this topic funny until I started to write about it, and you started to write back. Laughing and crying my way through your comments, I have been renewed, reborn, reworked in ways no boob job could deliver. And I only wish I could publish those emails sent privately, but I won’t. Really. Don’t beg. But I will do this: give you this video treat, sent to me on email; a gift from a sister reader. Enjoy.