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.
When's the last time a voyeuristic shot of a woman lying crumpled in her underwear on the floor in a defeated position, as if she'd just been thrown there, facing away from the camera, made you go "Ooh, I should order that demi cup!" Never? Yeah, me neither.
The genesis of this post is not one thing in particular, but a many, many things I've seen and read and heard all rolled up like an avalanche that finally needs to be addressed.
The funny thing about being a lesbian in the lingerie industry is that it feels like a paradox: I see versions of myself everywhere and nowhere at the same time. It's undeniable that female homoeroticism plays a part in so many lingerie editorials, both implicitly and explicitly, that it's not difficult for me to find…
Essentially, what I love about lingerie is how it can express a part of you that has nothing to do with what everyone else sees. True, your choice of undergarment affects the look of the clothes on top of it (imagine a bullet bra vs. your classic Victoria's Secret push-up) but within the most basic guidelines, you do…
Call me old-fashioned, but I've always believed a certain degree of discretion — or, really, confidentiality — should prevail in professions like gynecology, drugstore clerking and bikini waxing. And now I'm thinking this should extend to bra-fitting.
Fascinating response on Muslimah Media Watch to the "Syrian lingerie" media blitz, which, says the author, confuses "sexy" with "sexuality." But...we just want everyone to have nice bras!
The kind of lingerie a guy likes to buy for a woman and the kind of underwear a woman likes to buy for herself are totally different:
