It seems a commonly held belief that women like to throw off their bras at the end of the day with a sigh of relief at the feeling of release and freedom.
It is with some dismay, then, that I find myself much more comfortable wearing a bra than not. Is this real or am I allowing myself to be subjugated by the patriarchy, all unknowingly? Am I a hapless victim of the insidious, persuasive, and pernicious effects of the male need to control and contain the female figure? What of free will?? In any event, I spent a lot of money at a lovely little lingerie shop I discovered last week, so I’m in no hurry to liberate myself from my mental prison just yet.
