And honestly, even if it wasn't another extremely hot day, I would have still done the same thing I always do the very first minute I get home, which is to immediately strip out of my work clothes and settle into either my snuggly pajamas, or a pair of shorts and a tank top. It usually just depends on whatever I find the quickest. Today, that was black shorts and a loose, green ribbed tank top. After I felt more relaxed, I got to work pulling out all the ingredients I needed for my special dinner- Cajun Chicken Pasta. It is a family favorite around here.
Just as I was about to start, I realized I was missing a vital ingredient, the wine!! And besides the fact that a dash of wine adds an important element to the dish, how could I possibly cook pasta without sharing a glass of wine with my husband?? It is a tradition! I'm reminded of Fiddler on the Roof when I say that, "Tradition!" Anyway, I was very annoyed because I had already changed out of my office- pro clothes, and that meant no bra either!
"Well, darn it! I don't have any wine! I'm gonna have to go get some, and I just took my bra off," I told my husband.
"So? I don't think women should have to wear bras. Unless they actually need a bra, there is no reason why it should be expected. It's ridiculous," replied my husband.
Bless him! My husband is a huge advocate for banishing the dreaded bras! I love him so much. I'm just a big prude in general, and though the idea seems fantastic, I just can't see myself going sans bra everywhere. And honestly, after having kids, the breasts just aren't quite the same as they used to be. But after giving his statement some thought, I decided, "By golly, I am going to the store without my bra!"
I confidently marched to the car and drove to the store, all the while thinking about what I'd heard about the bra-burning days of the 60's and 70's. Yes, I could see why they did it. I could totally understand! I found a parking space, turned off the car, and my confidence began to waiver. I picked up my purse and feigned rummaging for a list while some people walked by. Were they looking at me? Could they tell I wasn't wearing a bra? Oh well. I was already there, and I was going to buy that wine! There was no turning back, so into the store I went.
And ten minutes later, with a bottle of Moscato Allegro in hand, guess what?! My bra-less store trip felt liberating. Such freedom! The breeziness! The naughtiness. Yes, this was my act of social defiance against the great injustice of being expected to wear bras! And when I got home, I happily announced this might just become a regular thing- but not at work, or around friends, or at any special events, or any social gatherings, and not out shopping.........