


I try to keep up with the kids these days, but I’ll tell ya one thing I cannot abide:
Visible bra straps.
I’m sorry, I just think it’s straight up tacky. I’m sure I sound like a crabby old woman (which I am, check the cane) but my mama raised me to hide the goods and leave something to imagination – which applies to hiding the garmet the goods are actually hidden in.
I remember in eighth grade Nancy Jones came to Earth Science with white straps peeking out of her Sean Cassidy tank top and the girl was branded a hussy thereafter. (Well, for that and because she made out with three guys at the graduation dance while the rest of us dorked out to Duran Duran.)
This rant is explicity directed at the hostess at the otherwise lovely restaurant where I lunched today, whose neon blue lacies were flashing me all the way to our table for four.
I have one word for you, little hostess girl:
Racerback.
Now get out of my yard.
Victoria's Secret is that she's a tramp, but I still pay good money for her wares- why not let them make a little appearance now and then. Key word, little...one we move to the hooks and padding, then I gots issues!
Stylishly yours,
Miss Attitude
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