BUT IS IT COMFORTABLE?

Like many red-blooded young men, I have an avid curiosity about garments which I have no intention of wearing, ever. Not quite an obsessed fascination, but an intellectual and almost analytical approach. Kilts. Incontinence pants. Crash helmets. Hernia padding. Pink socks. Bras. Oh, and also Hello Kitty bandaids for cuts, scrapes, bumps, bruises, or contusions.

And, naturally, the considerable overlap between all those things.

Which I think is what gave us the 'utili-kilt'.

So it's with considerable interest that I note the difference between a brassiere advertisment in the side-bar of one news article and another. The first featured a typical American woman, almost an archtype -- evidence of bacon cheese burgers and yummy pastries -- followed by a petite non-American. The first ad caters to the grim realist in her thirties or forties, the second is aimed at a slightly younger more self-deceiving demographic.
Both articles were about Trump, by the way.

Subsequent articles in my news-reading were about lasagna, climate change and the temperatures of the oceans, the Navarro crime family, transgendered people (space programme), and Santa Barbara (that being the city in California, not the statue).

Yep. Bras.

Questions come to mind. Is it supportive? Does it fit properly? Is the material out of which it is made absorbent yet easily washed? Will it hold its shape after rinsing? Roasted three cheese garlic lasagna? What's happening in the Caribbean gulf stream? How constrictive is a space suit? Average temperature down there, and will that hosebag do any time at all?

These are important issues. A young man should have an active mind.

Young men should also take plenty of cold showers.



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