I hate this bra.

Yes, this chick is mildly attractive, save for her outie belly-button. However, I hate this bra. I am wearing the exact same one (though probably in a smaller size, as I am not quite as voluptuous, and in the "nude" color, as opposed to white). This is the Angels Secret Embrace Demi Bra, and it is not nearly as comfortable as Victoria's Secret advertises it to be. I was a victim of false need yet again. I bought this bra awhile back, but I barely every wear it, because it gets all weird and rides up on me no matter how I adjust the straps, and the cups gap on one side or the other (which is precisely what this bra is not supposed to do). When I tried it on in the dressing room, I tricked myself into thinking it fit well. "The sign says it's the best bra in the world," I thought, "how could it not fit like a dream?" I don't even like the way it looks, with it's stupid scalloped edges. The advertisement boasts, "One day all bras will be made this way," but I sure as hell hope not, or I'm fucked. So, why the hell did I buy it? Because I'm a victim of our capitalist, consumer culture, that's why! And I will continue to be for as long as I live. Why, you ask, do I continue to do this, even though I am well-aware that it's all a bunch of bull-shit? Because I like to buy stuff! It's a vicious, vicious cycle! Regardless, I hate this bra, and I only wear it so that I don't feel like I wasted my money. Yet, I (not so) patiently anticipate the arrival of the semi-annual sale stuff I dropped more money that I don't have on the other day, because I love underwear. Sigh.