My bras get deeee-stroyed in the washing machine and the dryer. I know it. Their lives are cut short by months and months because I am too lazy to hand wash my delicates like any intelligent person would.
Maybe it's because I believe in a world where hand washing doesn't exist. It's as archaic as the horse-drawn carriage. I mean, really, we can send robots to mars to bring back dirt but we still have to hand wash our bras?
Women need to start putting their feet down. Bras are expensive and I don't want to have to buy them all the time! And I refuse to buy the cheap ones because the wire always pops out and pokes you under the armpit constantly. I swear to you - no joke - I have a scar from a bra that did that to me.
I always have good intentions. I will hand wash for the first couple of weeks. But then... I don't want to do it. I hate it. It's stupid and I don't have the time. And it's stupid. Why should I hand wash my bras?
We need to insist on more durable under-things. Maybe replace those stupid clips with a button and a hole. That would work just fine for me. That way the clippy things don't bend or hurt... and you can always sew a button back on. And wireless bras make my boobs jiggle like crazy. They aren't supportive. Maybe we could figure something else out? Why can't we improve the bra? Why?
If I were decent with a needle and thread or sewing machine I would make it my personal mission to re-invent the brassiere. But as it is, I'm stuck with the fucking things and tonight Mike and I are going to the mall to buy more.
And I will just have to suck it up and hand wash them.
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