“You got the cups in the front, two loops in the back. All right, I guess that’s about it.” – Frank Costanza

Last night, Angela and I watched the Redskins/Cowboys game. To be honest, we sort of watched it – she was busy doing some stuff for work while sitting on the couch and I would occaissionally channel surf to alleviate the depression. When the game ended, I was getting crabby because I was sleepy but Angela still had some work to finish. So I sat there and flipped around the the tube some more. I finally landed on ‘Oprah’ and I decided to watch it because I hadn’t seen her show in a while and it was coming on late Sunday night.

The topic of last night’s Oprah rerun? The Bra Revolution:

“Do your boobs hang low? Do they wobble to and fro? Chances are they do—eight out of 10 women are wearing the wrong size bra! Not only can the right bra eliminate sagging, it can make you appear slimmer and take years off your looks.”

For the first 10-15 minutes of this program Oprah has women oh her set go through her ‘Bra Boutique’ and get fitted for new bras. I suppose you could say that I found the show titilating. The only rough part that I had to get used to was Oprah walking all over copping feels on all the women, playing with their boobs and making them bounce; gently caressing them and grabbing them vigorously. They have tall women, short women, fat women, skinny women and there was a very wide range of body types and breasts. The women would meet with a bra fitter (how in the world do you get that job?) and get the news about what their TRUE bra size was.Ok, that’s great and all but this is what I found amazing: due to the change in how the measurements are taken the women normally went down in actual size but up in cup size.

For instance, Julia here went from a 36B to a 34D. Each and every time they would tell a woman her new bra size they would typically respond with glee that the cup size went up significantly. There were these skinny bunnies who didn’t look like they had a large bust (they were wearing camisole tops) and they were ecstatic that they went from an A to a D. We’re talking giggling, happy, squealing bunnies.

The psychological aspect of this absolutely amazed me. Are women as obsessed with their breasts as men are obsessed with them? Normally they would show the women who had the smaller cup size that went up all goofy faced and beaming with pride. Were there any women who were embarassed or who depressed that they went from something like a DD to an H? I’m also curious as to how someone can go from an A to a D. Personally, I couldn’t tell one bra size from the next.