Archive | February, 2015

A Break from Our Regularly Scheduled Programming

8 Feb

I love this bra guide so much, especially the constant affirmation that it’s the bras, not the breasts, that are the problem.

Duke Duke Goose

I know this is not a book review, but some of my twitter followers expressed an interest in this kind of post, so here we go.

I have very few passions in life (romance novels, cunnilingus, skillfully executed blowjobs), but one of my big passions in life is getting women into bras that fit them.

I have “atypically” shaped breasts. They’re much fuller on top than on bottom and a very broad root (don’t know what a broad rooted boob is? YOU WILL). I spent 25 years of my life being ashamed of the shape of my breasts and crying in changing rooms because bras did not fit me. I had double-boob, side-boob, too much on bottom, not enough on top of a bra. Nothing fit me. The strap was too tight, the strap crept up my back. I thought the problem was with me and my breasts.

Let me…

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Of Michener and McCullough: A Brief Remembrance, with Links

4 Feb

I wish I’d written this. I was the same age as the author with all the same reading touchstones, including a deep love of James A. Michener. It’s hard to convey how much these books meant to those who weren’t around when they first hit, but this does am excellent job.

Badass Romance

download (1)In 1977 when The Thorn Birds was published I was fresh off a junior-high year of obsessively re-reading Jane Eyre and addictively consuming hundreds of Barbara Cartland category romances for my 7th grade reading log (fortunately, I had some understanding of the quality/quantity distinction, which is probably why my English teacher let me inflate my numbers so cravenly as long as there was a diversity of other literary selections mixed in with the formulaic Cartlands). I was also sneakily reading Harold Robbins paperbacks and other similarly torrid material I found stashed in the guest room. And I’d discovered James Michener and the lengthy escapism of the place-based epic historical novel/family saga. I still have an incredibly dog-eared copy of Centennial with heavily doodled inside covers – I was practicing signing my name in different handwritings, and designing monograms. I loved that book.

But I think Colleen McCullough’s sweeping Australian saga of…

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