I’ve been noticing a disturbing trend this summer. Well, some of you may not think it’s disturbing, but I sort of do. As you may be aware, we’ve had record high temperatures in NYC this July. It’s been effing hot. I have been wearing the most sack-like garments I can find.
I’ve noticed a lot of Upper West Side women, who don’t look at all like porn stars or strippers, going braless. I understand why. After a long day at work and a foul-smelling, crowded subway, the first thing I do when I get home (besides find my chocolate stash) is rip my bra off. They are uncomfortable. They accumulate pools of sweat.
But I don’t advocate walking down Broadway looking like this. I saw a mom pushing a toddler in a stroller with a tank top and no bra. A 20-something wearing a cute red peasant dress in Central Park. No bra.
I don’t know why this bothers me. In my years of nursing I’ve seen a lot of nudity. I’m not particularly shy about my own body. But seeing nipples everywhere is just disconcerting.
The Gap, not usually my favorite store, makes a great bra alternative. It’s cotton, lightweight, comfortable. It’s not sexy, but it’ll keep the girls covered:
This public service announcement is now over. If you run into me on the street and I’m not looking at your face, you’ll know why.