After feverishly gathering up up all the scraps of Victoria's Secret receipts and errant pasties fluttering in the wind to read from them some deep and esoteric secrets, the Breast Oracle has spoken: This Season's Hottest Boob trend is wearing a very plunging neckline and no bra.
Pink crap-drunk America was busy Racing For The Cure for the last 30 years, one race has been left behind in the fight against breast cancer: black women. In 2013, black women are still twice as likely to die from the disease than their white counterparts. Twice. As. Likely. That's a fucking disgrace.
Padded, push-up bras are surprisingly contentious considering they're just small pieces of foam inside a bra. Of course, when they are on a woman's breasts, their significance and sexual nature gets exponentially magnified.
On Monday, Salon published a piece by Tammy Delatorre entitled "Dating in a push-up bra." There's not much to say about it that can't be gleaned from reading the piece, except to say that it's unfortunate it didn't get a spot in the just-published Worst in Sex writing for 2013.
Top story in today's New York Times? A not-so-sexy sounding piece on how the IRS treats political nonprofits. Above-the-fold image? A woman with the Star of David exposing a small breast cancer scar... and part of her areola. It's a Thanksgiving miracle.
Protective parents, this is the technological breakthrough you’ve been waiting for: a bra with a Bluetooth device on the clasp that sends a tweet whenever a horny mook unhooks your daughter’s bra. You can probably even customize it to tweet a message at your local police precinct, something like: “my daughter is about …
Back when I was in my early 20s, before I became the proud, dazzling, professional, skirt-suited woman-scholar that I am today (i.e. a hungry, unshowered, still-in-bed hangover-crone who's only managed to make it to semi-vertical today despite having had to pee for literally four hours), I used to make this joke in…
Remember these dudes who guilt-tripped dozens of women into letting themselves be motorboated For Breast Cancer? Their charitable giving... hasn't gone as planned.
Breast Cancer®, the America's Sweetheart of deadly, disfiguring diseases that it is, inspires a deluge of pink junk for sale every October. Some of that pink junk, in addition to being ugly, cloying, and infantilizing, contains chemicals that have been linked to boobs full of tumors. No Awareness™ like the Awareness™…
Last week, the Louisiana State Boxing and Wrestling Commission issued an "emergency rule" barring women who have breast implants from competing in MMA fights unless they have express written permission from the doctors who performed their surgery. Why? For the douchiest, stupidest possible reasons.
A Polish comedian dubbed himself "Boobsman" and filmed a video in which he runs around "protecting the health of women's breasts," i.e. squeezing strangers' boobs on the street. If anyone in a cape felt me up without warning (or with, really) I would not respond by giggling, which is what most of these women do, which…
It’s probably pretty difficult for women facing a double mastectomy to marshall the soul-cleansing gallows-humor people use to deal with tragic shit, but fun nipple tattoos certainly help, especially if those fun nipple tattoos are fun Batman-themed nipple tattoos.
All you need is an iPhone and a tank top to find the perfect bra fit, says new clothing company Thirdlove. They raised $5.6 million in investment money today because a lot of people think more women need to wear bras that fit. (Mainly the women in the ill-fitting bras.)
You can only breastfeed on an American Airlines flight if you do so with a "certain discretion and a sense of modesty" endorsed by a flight attendant, according to one angry lactating flyer.
The boob jam is a "game jam" (where video game developers create games around a common theme) focused on guess what: BOOBS. But not in a male gazey way.
Hoo boy. Strap yourselves in* for what's to come, because I've found myself down on the floor beating my wee fists and kicking my tiny hooves in toddler-style frustration while trying to sort through WHAT IN THE WORLD IS UP WITH THIS CUP SIZE BUSINESS?????
It's basically impossible to keep up with the terminology used to exactly describe what part of a woman's breasts are visible to the world. And if you don't know what words to use, how can you properly describe exactly which part of that part of you looked so phenomenal the last time you rocked it? In order to right…
Good grief with the whinging about your bras, ladies! This one is furious at being told that her bra doesn't fit her (it doesn't). This one has just spent a small fortune on new bras, so taken was she with her own bosom once it was introduced to boulder holders that fit properly. And this one insists on putting her God …
Cleavage is literally empty space. Yet teenage girls who reveal "enough" of it, unintentionally or otherwise, are often humiliated and punished by high school administrators who feel uncomfortable with the hollow between a teenager's breasts.
