I apologize for today's post. It's completely beneath my normal standards for holiday warmth. Let's just say I needed the distraction.
As part of my daily blog-lurking (blurking?), I usually check out The Rejectionist. Today they posted "Today's Self-Publishing Analogy," with an old magazine advertisement as follows:
I think the point of the post was to show the amount of work a self-published writer has to do to "pump themselves up" in the public eye.
Or maybe it's a warning against blowing up, as it says on the page.
My first thought was, were torpedo breasts really ever in style? Cuz, if they were, every woman in America must have looked armed and dangerous.
My second thought was, I got a better idea. What if that tube was a straw... and you filled the cups with a beverage, like, wine? Wouldn't that be the perfect bra for us ladies of a certain age? Not only would the cooling liquid keep our hot flashes under control, but a little sip, here and there, could do wonders for our dispositions.
We'd just have to sip from each cup evenly, but I think we could remember that, at least until we drink to the point of not caring whether we were lopsided or not.
I can see the advertising campaign: "Forget HRT - Give Me My WineBra!"
Tomorrow, I promise, I'll post another warm, fuzzy note.