Touche (pronounced Tou-shay) O'Shea

Samara O'Shea is one of my favorite authors and thinkers. She is also a cool quirky woman who resides in my hometown, so beyond the nod of total approval, she gets the nod of nostalgia.

When Flash for a Cause was heating up, I asked Samara to write a piece for our project. She sent me "A Pair of Porcelain Panties." She rewrote the headline as "Flash Your Undies for a Good Cause" and had it published in The Huffington Post this week.



Thank you Samara.

DISBAR OR DISBRA

I truly love how our undergarments can cause quite a stir almost anywhere. Read about the Miami attorney who could not visit her client because of her bra and then, the lack thereof.

http://www.foxnews.com/us/2010/06/12/florida-attorney-barred-jail-bra-taking-bra/?test=latestnews


I have a feeling Attorney Brittney Horstmann will be in the morning show lineup this week.

Cosabella & The City

tonight i'm seeing "Sex & The City" with a coupla girlfriends. Though I have rather low expectations for this cinematic work, i am happy to get together with friends and so I'm getting in the mood.

First things first...underwear. I looked in my drawer, and searched through a few handfuls before finding the sheer pink Cosabella thong. it's probably the most expensive thong I own. It was a gift. Not sure what's going on top, but I know that Carrie would certainly approve of my foundation.

BIG GIRL LOOKS FOR SMALL GIRLS LOOKING

I clicked on an article today. And I could totally relate. The headline read:

Retailer pulls girls’ padded bikini bra

British store criticized for promoting premature sexualization

My 9 year old keeps repeating what the pediatrician told her last month. "Time to go bra shopping," she nudges. During her yearly physical, the doctor took note of her barely swollen nipples.

Sam thinks her boobs are bigger than they actually are. She fake whines about growing pains, but secretly loves it. Not so secretly, actually, because she has shared her excitement with me. I catch her in the mirror, observing her body from all angles. She lays on the couch, one hand on the i-Touch, the other semi-consciously surveying her evolving human landscape.

I did the same thing when i was developing, except I was exploring at 14 or maybe even 15, not 9. I was a late bloomer -- the first one to get teased and the last one to get a bra. My Polish grandmother owned a children's clothing store. She sold training bras. She never offered me one. There was simply nothing to train.

For Sam, support isn't critical at this juncture, but she wants bras. And the shelves are mostly stocked with padded bras even for her size. I told her that I would put bra shopping on the calendar for sometime in the near future. Until then I will guide her to steer clear of tight white tees and distract her with fresh tank tops with built in bras.

Connect the Dots

I have a pair of underwear that I don't like very much. Once upon a time, I thought it -- with its coral polka dots on a yellow ground -- was cheery. But as it turns out, this pair doesn't quite fit right, causing unaesthetic bulges where I wish there were none. Not good. Just not good at all. And the other thing about this thong is that I always seem to put it on incorrectly. Like an equilateral triangle, i stick my legs in the wrong slots, finally noticing that the cotton crotch is on my right hip. I wear this pair occasionally on nothing special days when I don't want to "waste" any others.

I also have a day of the week that I don't like very much -- Sunday. The morning time is totally fine, I enjoy the paper, CBS Sunday Morning, and countless cups of coffee. But as the day wears on, especially in the afternoon, I start to grow weary and agitated. Sunday is the day people end their vacations, get ready to go back to work, and decide to get married because all the good Saturdays are taken.

On this particular Sunday, I chose that particular thong. One would think that my underwear choice would have leaned toward a pair that I really liked -- for example, my g-string with the skull and cross bones motif, -- to act as a kind of buffer to the day. But I simply didn't choose well.

Now it is night time. I am feeling calmer. Reflecting back on the course of the day, I am committed to improving my attitude toward Sunday. Because in the big picture, ya know, I hope to have many more Sundays. My polka dotted thong, however -- no more!