Victoria's Secret Bombshell is a Dud!

I've been searching the web for reviews of the recently released Victoria's Secret bra: The Miraculous Bra. I found the most thorough discussion on the bra here: http://forum.purseblog.com/the-wardrobe/victorias-secrets-miraculous-bra-525036.html. There were so many conflicting experiences mentioned here an on a couple of other sites that I decided to get proactive, find out for myself, and share the results.

Trial #1: I went to the mall with my boyfriend (b/c he loves the freaking mall with almost all of his little New Yorker heart), and as we passed Victoria's Secret I almost ripped off his arm as I made a b-line toward the new display. As soon as I picked up the bra, my first reaction was "Whoa!" Talk about padding to the extreme. I eavesdropped on fellow shoppers milling around the display full of Miraculous bras, and I heard everything from "Are you kidding?" to "This is ridiculous!" and "Wow, this thing is heavy." Despite the cloud of negativity hovering over the table of bras, I decided to move forward and try it on. I chose a 32 B in black.

Now, the shirt I was wearing that day made my boobs look good no matter what bra, if any, I wore (and I wasn't wearing a bra, which is one of the few benefits of having smaller breasts). When I tried on the bra and pulled my sexy shirt over it, my boyfriend said my boobs looked great - if I was going for an instant boob job type look without spending $10k. Kind of a weird compliment...

Trial #2: It was cold that day, it being November, and I wore a sweater. I went alone after work to try on the bra again, still not convinced from the first time if I want to walk around looking like I have great, fake boobs. I tried on a 32 B again and adjusted the straps in just about every way possible. It just didn't look right. My boobs didn't look that much bigger, most likely due to the sweater I was wearing, even though it was pretty form fitting. It just looked like I had to small fists growing on my chest. I still was not convinced.

Trial #3: After reading reviews of the Miraculous bra from the link above, I decided I needed to give the bra one more try and try different sizes - maybe go up or down a cup size. I went to Victoria's Secret alone again, and thankfully I was wearing a thin sweater that I knew would determine whether this bra would work or not. Every time I wear my Miracle bra, which I LOOOOOOVE, in this sweater, my little boobs look damn fine if I do say so myself - and apparently I do. I considered trying on a 32 C, but the cups looked way too big. I knew there would be a big gap between the bra and my boobs even if I adjusted the straps as tight as they would dare go.

So I picked up a 32 A & B. The A was a tragedy. It looked like I had some kind of weird 1950's bra on that makes your boobs look like cones. That was an immediate 'no spank you.' Then, I tried on the 32 B, determined that it would work after all of these tries, all of my online research, all of my hope! It didn't work out.

My Overall Rating:

The bombshell is a dud. Trust the reaction you have when you first see it; go with your feminine intuition. It just doesn't work. There is so much padding that even when it adds volume and shape it makes it look like you have two hard implants strapped to your chest.

One reason I really wanted this bra to work - other than the obvious reason of wanting to make my boobs bigger without a procedure - was because Victoria's Secret sent me a coupon with $10 off a purchase of $50 or more and a free pair of panties. But alas, the marketing lure couldn't compensate for this exaggerated bra design.

Guess I'll just stick to my one sexy shirt!

Kick Me When I'm Down

In between my last post and the one you're reading right now, I applied for a new job. I've been at my current company for over a year, and I had planned to stay on briefly while I sought WAY better paying opportunities.

And it seemed I had found one at a large, boutique firm that had a very well-furnished office and polished employees so obviously I woulda been gettin' paid! They called me in for an interview, and I must have nailed it because they called me back in for a second interview to meet the partner of the department I would have been joining. Things went (well at least looked like they went) great. We were talking about her kids, books, and just generally having a great time. It didn't even feel like a formal interview.

Then I met her. THE BITCH. It was the girl for whose position they were hiring. She just had a baby, which you could tell by what looked like a small tire around her waist, and was resigning to become an important stay at home mom.

Let me get to the main reason as to why I now consider her a mortal enemy. She asked me what a chapter 7 was. I told her. She asked me again. I gave her an even longer exegesis on the definition of a chapter 7. She asked me what a chapter 13 was. I told her. She asked me the difference between a chapter 7 and a chapter 13. Hmmm, if I just told you what a chapter 7 is and what a chapter 13 is, wouldn't it be obvious to any mind capable of reasoning that I knew the distinctions between the two since I had just outlined them? After another long explanation of the difference between the two chapters, she then lectured me for 5 minutes on the meanings of chapters 7 & 13. Really, bitch, really?

From there it was a spiraling descent into further condescension directed at me from her. I honestly have not been talked down to in the way that she talked down to me since I was maybe 12. Because I figured that this was some trick part of the interview process that they chose not to disclose beforehand to me, I didn't say anything combative to her, at the expense of my own pride and defense.

I didn't say that she looked horrible after having her baby. I didn't say that the 6 month paralegal degree from Clayton State of which she boasted sounded like a steaming piece of garbage. I didn't say that she should look forward to being spoken to in the same manner in which she was addressing me once her baby is school aged and she tries to re-enter the workforce after having 5 years of 'stay at home mom' as the most recent experience on her resume. I didn't say any of the things that were boiling to the top of my skull and about to spill out through my ears.

No, I'm just going to wait for the westernized idea of karma to do it's thing. What goes around comes around whether we like it or not, whether it's good or bad. Maybe I was treated that way because of the way I've treated someone in the past. But at least I know that she'll experience the same belittling at some point in her life. I just wish it would be in the near future and that I would be around to see it happen to her. Darn the luck!

Anywho, after putting up with her verbal abuse, I was politely informed that they hired someone for the position, i.e. hired someone other than me.

The whole experience left me with bitter feelings, because not only was I made to feel like shit about the knowledge I have acquired over the past year plus - thinking maybe it was some sort of ritual hazing they do to prospective candidates - but then I wasn't even offered the job. In conclusion, I don't like the fat mom, and I don't like her firm.

I Miss T Pain

While I was driving home from work today, 'Can't Believe It' came on the radio, and I instantly realized what has been missing in my world, inundated with Drake and Lil Wayne back-to-back replays. It's T Pain. I miss him.

Everyone may have gotten a little annoyed with his liberal use of Auto-Tune, but you have to admit that the man was a hit maker. And I love that he wasn't afraid to dress like an outright circus clown instead of trying to dress like a baggy pant wearing thug who inadvertently turns out looking like one anyway. T Pain where are you? I'm sure he's away in some musical lair somewhere crafting more million dollar hits. In the meantime I patiently await his return.

Another thing I'm patiently awaiting is the end of my lease. I'm trying to figure out another living situation b/c I absolutely despise one of my roommates. The other one is fine b/c he's mostly away on business or who knows/cares what, but this other one... if I arrived home one day to the news that he had died in a horrific car crash, I would feel like I've won the lotto.

I know that sounds horrible, but if you were in my shoes, you would have just as much if not more of a desire to hurl them at him as I do. Just imagine going from peace and quiet - a haven from your 10+ hour work day, to practically living in a loud dorm. Okay, so I'm officially an uncool grandma, but grandma needs her rest dammit! There are people over ALL the time. Yes, I have my own room, but unfortunately enough for me the walls are as thin as air.

I have to wait until July to move out and it is now November, unless I can find someone to take over my lease/rent and get my landlord on board to allow me to do that. It just sucks b/c I did enjoy living here UNTIL HE MOVED IN. It just seems so unfair since I was here first and everything was just fine. Either I've done something really bad, and it's coming back around to even out the score, OR something better and more fair is in the works because you can't have rainbows without rain!