Spring fever is upon NEPA with the celebration of Pi day (that's 3/14 for you non-math people; also notice I am not referencing that other celebration for various other reasons) and aside from the deluge of rain in the past 48 hours, the weather is looking up. Almost all of the snow February brought us is gone and birds are chirping. I've been wearing flip flops around the house and opening the windows at work. Renewal is here!!!!
That being said, I will reference a point I made in my May 13, 2009 blog post with a funny story. The point is - a bikini top is not a substitute for a bra. Here's the story:
I was shopping Friday afternoon and stopped in aerie (it's American Eagle's answer to Victoria Secret) to look at yoga pants. As I am looking through the merchandise, I realize how very small it is, even the larges and extra larges look like kids clothes. So I begin to walk out figuring nothing is going to fit me in there when I see an interesting sight. A woman (I'm going to guess in her late twenties/early thirties) is looking at the bikini tops which I think are too small for a Cabbage Patch doll. As she's looking through them, her male companion asks her what is she doing looking through the bathing suits; it's too early to buy them. She responds: "I'm looking to buy only the top so I don't have to wear a bra under my tank top." He responds: "That's the most ridiculous thing I've heard. A bathing suit isn't underwear, it's a bathing suit. And these look heavier than your bras so wouldn't you be hotter in a bathing suit? That's the most stupid idea I've ever heard."
You go guy! Tell her that a bathing suit is not underwear. And if he understood this (and he was wearing a striped rugby shirt and patchwork plaid shorts) then she should of.
She stomped out of the store and said something to the extent of he wouldn't understand.
Um, yeah, he does sweetie.
