Nipples

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I bought a new bra recently and didn't notice until I got home that it had built-in nipple flowers; like these, but already embedded:


Nipples are so racy. Why? I mean, I've seen the effect they can have on men, but I don't get it.

Mens' and womens' breasts are different, but their nipples are a lot the same. Men's nipples are no big deal, so why are women's? I mean, sure, if the breast is naked, it's a little racy. But nipples through clothing? You know they're there, right? We're not human Barbie dolls. Why is it so shocking to see nipples through clothing?

I also saw this blog post a few days ago; looks like I am not alone in my nipple pondering.

My favorite bras are sheer lace, because to me they are the most comfortable. But have you been to a bra section lately? It's like now lace bras are the realm of Fredericks of Hollywood, because it's just row after row of thick fabric, padded bras. I don't remember when this happened; I wasn't playing close enough attention. But nipples are out, it seems. Or, really really far in, as the case may be.

Bring back lace bras! Let nipples be free!

Comments

Busy Bee Suz said…
You are so funny.
I have had bra issues my ENTIRE life. It seems when they are all padded, I DON'T need the padding. When they are sheer, I don't need the sheer.
This goes for bathing suit tops too. I am the opposite of the bra industry. :)
Friday, January 14, 2011
Technodoll said…
T-shirt nipples are so 70's and tacky! come on! LOL

(on both sexes)

I'm a padded push-up bra lover, they cover and protect and embrace and add a bit of ooolala, you can go jogging without changing bras and oh the cleavage :-D

OK fine, this is what happens when you don't really have any boobs. Padded bras are your friend and they keep the staring letchers at bay ;-)
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Tracey Axnick said…
Ha! Funny post...
I gotta say.... I have to "tone down" the nipples.... I agree that sheer bras ARE more comfy... but because I get cold very easily, the sheerness can cause "commotion", shall we say. (And yes, like you, I don't know why men are so fixated, but they clearly ARE..) I can't stand when I'm talkign to a man and he's not talking to my face, but about 8 inches south (as though boobs are interactive, and will talk back...)
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
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