Category Archives: weird

Breast plushies

Come on, admit it, who doesn’t like to cop a feel once in a while? The problem is, there might not always be a boob around when you want one. . .that is until now. Check out this surrogate the Japanese have come up with.


Funwari Milk-chan breast shaped plushies are adorable little breast shaped plush toys for when you feel the need to clutch at a disembodied breast. But they’re not just cute to look at, there is personality behind the plush!:

Each character has a distinct personality and background. Funwari Milk-chan (pictured above, center) is easygoing. Despite her dream of growing large, she remains small. She loves collagen, and napping is her favorite pastime. Can Milk-san (top left) is a celebrity entertainer, always aglitter. She has an American boyfriend and loves going to beauty salons. Ganguro Milk-chan (bottom left), despite being a gyaru with a pierced nipple, is mature and level-headed. She spends all her time practicing para-para dance, and she enjoys purikura. Peach Milk-chan (top right), a spider-hating fashionista who is scary when angry, is well-informed and into anything lowbrow. Milko-chan (bottom right) is still a baby — but a genius. She loves to invent things, and her pacifier apparently holds the secret to her smarts.

All that for the price of a beanie baby.

via Buzzfeed



Coincidence? Or the mark of a good bra?

I wore a fairly new Chantelle bra to work today. I’ve blogged about this one before; it’s the one that set off the metal detector at a Los Angeles airport last month. I thought nothing of it when I got dressed this morning but later in the afternoon someone I work with (but don’t know very well) passed my desk and commented “3D, you look lovely today. Is this a new look for you?”

I was struck by his compliment; it caught me by surprise as I’m not used to older men in the office taking notice of what I’m wearing. Also, there was absolutely nothing new to my look. . .except for the fact that under my layers of officewear was a super supportive new piece of lingerie!

I let out a nervous laugh because I wasn’t sure what to say. He laughed (less nervously) with me and then walked off. I was left to wonder, was it my new bra or did he just like my sweater?


Nipple as fingerprint?

Back in high school, a friend painted a portrait of me for her art class. It was based on a photo she had taken of me where I’m dramatically posed with my arms flung outward. The portrait was hung on a wall in our high school, along with other paintings by her fellow students in A.P. Studio Art. She was a pretty good artist, and I thought it looked like me, but the girl in the portrait had rosier cheeks and slightly rounder facial features. On one side of the portrait was a card that said the name of the artist, and on the other side, a card read, “Portrait of DeeDee.”

After the portrait went up (I didn’t really mind, because it didn’t look too much like me, and anyway, I came out looking okay), I asked another friend — “Mitch” — what he thought of my portrait. Did he think it looked like me? He replied that as soon as he saw that my friend had painted it, he immediately knew it was me because he recognized the nipple that was poking through my shirt.

A point of clarification: Mitch had never seen me topless, nor had he ever felt my breasts, so he shouldn’t have been too familiar with my boobs, but I guess, unbeknownst to me, he stared at them a lot.

I was kind of weirded out that he was so familiar with my nipples. I also feared that after realizing that it was a portrait of me, horny teenage boys would point and nudge, and bitchy (and perhaps jealous) teenage girls would poke fun at my exhibitionism. In a very watered-down way, it was the equivalent of showing up to school naked.

Because Mitch was really a generally freaky person to begin with, I decided to try out someone else. “Kevin,” I asked, “did you notice the portrait Michelle painted of me hanging in the corridor, the one where I’m posed like this,” flinging out my arms to demonstrate.

“Uh, yeah, I think so.”

“Could you tell it was me, because Mitch said he was able to recognize it based on something really weird. . . . It’s kind of embarrassing. Never mind, I shouldn’t tell you.”

“Did he mean your breast?”

In fairness, I basically led Kevin to the right answer, and he didn’t really even give the right answer anyway. But, still, it got me thinking. Do all nipples have a distinct shape such that they can be used as a means of identification, or are mine just particularly distinctive? In a criminal trial, could the key witness say, “I recognize the defendant by her nipple?” Or is the point of the story that Mitch, and all teenage guys, are really just a bunch of horny freaks?


Faveo Freedom Bra Update

Following up on my last post about strapless bras, I just found this video showing you how the Faveo Freedom Bra actually fits. I’m still not sold as it looks pretty complicated to fit yourself in one of these and I don’t love the shape it gives you but now you can see for yourself.

Thanks to commenter ZuZu who pointed me to it.


Strapless bras

The hassles that go along with purchasing a car or a house are nothing compared to what it’s like for a big boobed gal (BBG) to go shopping for a strapless bra.

Every time I get a new shirt or dress that requires one, I have this fantasy that somewhere out there the perfect strapless bra for BBGs waits for me and we are just trying to find each other in the world. Maybe it’s just been invented or maybe it’s been hanging on some department store rack under my nose for years and today I’ll take it home with me.

So, with my hopes high, I walk into the Bloomingdale’s lingerie department, or maybe a specialty bra store, and I start hunting. The B cup-sized salesgirls at Bloomie’s are nice and try to help me connect with my bra-soul mate but ultimately, I end the day disappointed and, more often than not, a strapless bra that doesn’t really work or fit me, or perhaps supports me for about 10 minutes before giving up in frustration (or maybe protest?).

I don’t get why I can’t find one to work. Honestly, the physics can’t be that hard, right?


The latest company to try to find me a match has created the Faveo Freedom Bra shown above. This is probably the weirdest bra I have ever seen. The website claims: “We create more than new designs. We invent entirely new concepts to give women the freedom to choose what they wear – even in larger sizes.” and when talking about the Freedom bra, they claim “Finally. a backless bra available in larger sizes so that women can choose to wear backless and strapless tops and dresses. Available in C-GG cups in most back sizes.

I don’t understand how this bra works although I am intrigued by the “Faveo support theory.” It claims that “encircling a breast applying slightly less pressure to the top as compared to the bottom and sides, causes its shape to become rounded and will lift it upwards.” I’m actually more concerned with how you put this thing on then how it works. It kind of looks like a pastie but likely a lot more complicated. It also kind of looks like some sort of torture device, or maybe something you’d pick up at an S&M shop.


But putting aside the fact that it looks weird and kind of uncomfortable, does it work? I have no idea. The picture certainly makes it seem like it does but I have fallen for stellar marketing before. Still, as usual, I’m hopeful that it will solve all of my BBG problems with strapless bras. I am also hoping the folks at Faveo will find this blog and send me a free sample. If any of you have tried the Faveo Freedom, please drop us a line in the comments box and let us know what you think.

Forgetting the bra for a moment, I am excited that the Faveo website boasts about The World’s Biggest Breast Survey” they will be holding in the middle of October. We’re looking forward to participating.


via Jezebel