Wednesday, September 13, 2006

200...

this is my 200th post since i began blogging on july 1, 2005. that means i've posted an entry 46% of the days i could have (granted some of the days i posted twice, but, hey, this is not an exact science!). i hope to bring my percentage up in the next 100 entries...like a baseball player in september hoping to get their numbers up before contract negotiations begin post-world series.

but you don't really care about my numbers, do you?

instead, i offer this...

victoria's secret is a lie...there is nothing secret about that store or it's marketing. they have an "in your face" style that doesn't leave anything to the imagination, except the burning question of why they hire the clerks they do?

many moons ago, i was a much stouter woman. during that time in my life, i tried to buy a bra there, you know, to help me feel sexier at a time when i was not feeling particularly sexy. i was told that their sizes weren't made for women of my stature. perhaps i should try lane bryant. thanks for that suggestion and oh, by the way, ouch, you hurt my feelings. and also, way to make me feel very not sexy, ladies.

flash forward a number of years to the present day...

over the weekend i trotted my not so portly bod into victoria's secret to get my free pair of undies and to use my birthday $10 off any purchase coupon. the salesclerk advised me that i could also get $10 off any bra. so i thought i'd give it a try. (you can see where this is going, can't you, dear reader?) although i could now find a bra that would fit around me (i feel compelled to mention, that it is the second to the smallest size they carry) but, victoria's secret does not make anything in my particular teeny tiny cup size. what was even more upsetting was the fact that the clerk drew attention to my odd breast shape in front of no less than 3 other customers asking me if i knew the bra cup gapped at the top. what happended to the "secret" part of the equation, girlie? i left empty-handed and humiliated.

on my to-do list this week...go to nordstrom and get a proper bra fitting by a properly discreet and well-trained bra specialist and call victoria's secret and cancel my credit card.

3 comments:

MB Shaw said...

You crack me up! And yesterday on Oprah (yeah I am still watching) they did bra interventions and all these women found out they are wearing the wrong size. Which makes me think that I probably am too. In fact, the show made me think I should head over to Nordstom's too so maybe I'll see you there.

Jodi said...

I can relate to your disappointment with Victoria's Secret ... on several levels. I have also had trouble finding my size there, but in my case, because they don't carry the prettier, fancier bras in, ahem, big enough sizes. And, the last two times that I stepped inside the store, I was ignored. That infuriated me. Before that, they were always so attentive and helpful. I don't know what gives, but I am not going back to find out.

Also, thanks SO much for stopping by my site and leaving the kind comment. I have been subbed to your blog via bloglines for a few months, but I don't read bloglines as often as I should. When I saw the Culver's photo, I just had to say something. :)

Becky said...

Bravo to you for cancelling your card- Another thing about the secret place is their absolutely disgusting windows. Imagine taking your 3 1/2 year old grandson and his preschool class to the mall for a build-a-bear workshop and having to walk by that crap! There has to be a way to tout your undies and bras without making it look nasty.