What is a man doing writing for a lingerie blog? The simple answer is that I am a fan of the product. I love almost every facet of the stuff. I love the way it looks on a woman as well as the way it can make a woman look. Furthermore, I like the way it feels on a woman and I like the way it can make a woman feel. I’d rather see a woman in a more conservatively cut silky bra and cute boy-shorts than in the skimpiest swimsuit. I’m not sure exactly why, but seeing a woman’s intimate apparel or unmentionables gives me such a thrill.
So why is a man writing for this lingerie blog? Having fallen in love with a petite woman more than ten years ago has given me a new appreciation for lingerie that fits and flatters. When we first starting dating (at ages 17 and 19 respectively), I did not understand that what looked good on Rebecca Romijn in a catalog might not look the same on my girlfriend. Many, many, many lingerie-buying mishaps later, I now understand that my wife will likely never be on the cover of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue, but that does not mean she can’t be sexy.
I had given up on trying to find complicated corsets and tantalizing teddies. I realize that no matter how pretty the pattern, if the cups become concave, the bustier I bought her will have the opposite of the intended effect. She’ll look silly rather than sexy and feel uncomfortable, rather than seductive. So as the years progressed, it became more and more difficult to find even basic underwear that fit. After breastfeeding two children and several fluctuations in weight, sizes changed. My already petite wife now measures in at a 34AA. Good luck finding that size in Target. Then, Playtex acknowledged the petite. Enter the Thank Goodness it Fits line of bras with sizes Nearly A and Nearly B. While not particularly sexy, the relative low price and easy availability of this utilitarian t-shirt bra was a God-send. A few years later, however, Playtex abandoned its smaller demographic and the choirs of angels fell silent.
Frustrated with being forced to choose between $50 online-only designer bras or taking our six year old daughter along to lend implicit credibility to shopping the tween section, my wife granted me carte blanche for bra shopping. I turned to the net. This was quite a challenge. My goal was to find a regular bra – not a “break glass in case of emergency” bra that would add three cup sizes and not a bandeau or bralette. I wanted to find her a bra that adds just enough shape and coverage to flatter but not flatten. I made a few purchases via eBay and Amazon but to no avail” they gap or wrinkle or (as another blogger here wrote) were made for a different species.
So I wrote to our fair webmistress seeking help. I had no idea that sizes varied so much by manufacturer. Based solely on my declaration of Allison’s love for the TGIF (RIP), the IBBC chairwoman recommended five brands, and seven sizes (only two of which are 34AA). After a few emailed conversations, the lovely AAmanda asked that I provide a man’s perspective on the world of tiny little bits of satin and lace. So here I am and here we are. She asked that I be a guest blogger but (if she’ll have me) I’d like to contribute more than one simple story of one man’s search for the perfect bra. I have recruited my wife and together we’ll offer rants, raves, reviews, and maybe even remedies for all (ok some of) your not so top-heavy needs. Since writing is my strength, you’ll mostly hear my voice. Rest assured, however, behind this humble writer is a great little woman with great big opinions.
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