Bras Just Want Some Appreciation. Don’t We All?
Intimates and Fools, with poetry by Laura Madeline Wiseman and illustrations by Sally Deskins, is a thought-provoking, conversation-starting coffee table book that got me thinking about all that.
Here, brassieres emerge as the main characters.
A ribboned and bowed satin looped bra that hugs and squeezes can’t help but twirl in a soft orange light. You just know “she” will be treasured and cared for.
Others are self-important and inflated, via tennis balls, water balloons, tissue, silicone…
Until they’re removed or disposed of.
I’m so great, why would anyone take me off? Bra wonders. And yet people do: Lovers, doctors — and soon-to-be sleepers slipping into PJs.
Some say they’re pointless.
Some burned* their bras.
Oddly, it was Flappers who “invented” the bra while binding their breasts. Was this to declare sexual freedom in the backs of newly-created cars, alongside freedom from being only about sex and reproduction? Ever notice how women got the vote about the same time that flappers – and a sexual revolution – arose?
But not everyone got the word. Daisy Buchanan still believed, “The best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.”
Bras cover boobs. And “boob” sometimes means “fool.”
Bras seem to gain self-acceptance as they relax with age. But only to face rejection as old, discolored, snagged brassieres squished inside plastic bags, wondering why they are no longer worthy of wearing. Bras hoping to be chosen and worn. Somehow, Old Bra just knows that with a little dressing in lavender oil she will be up for a night out on the town.
Or, renewed again and appreciated in all her seasonal color.
In this love-hate relationship, bras just want a little appreciation. Don’t we all?
(*Actually, feminists threw them in the trash–but “burning” is so much more colorful.)