Rapier's Wit

If you've been following this blog since forever ago then you'll know that on a whim I nicknamed my breasts Thelma and Louise. It was a joke during a conversation I had with a guy online back in the late 90s. It started by laughing at the weird things men name their junk. Thelma and Louise seemed far more appropriate than Laverne and Shirley. With that out of the way, please understand that I have never been shy discussing my boobalas. It is like ignoring the 800 pound gorilla in the room.  Usually, the discussion revolves around the impossibility of finding a bra that truly suits me (hence the secondary title of this blog) and the difficulty in wearing pretty much any shirt, sweater, jacket, etc... Today, the Girls need to have a serious talk with all of you. When I was 19 a lump was found in my left breast. Immediately, my gynecologist was notified, he examined me and sent me to a general surgeon the same day. Within a week the lump was subjected to a needle biopsy whic...

I donated generously.  Now it is your turn, kids.  Don't just go to Boobiethon.com and gawk.  Ante up the dough for the delectable tidbits you gaze upon.  There's a story behind every underwire. October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Every single person has been affected by cancer in some way. According to the American Cancer Society, about 1.3 million women will be diagnosed with breast cancer annually worldwide about 465,000 will die from the disease. . Now, skedaddle and look at the contributions. Please, if you figure out which set of bazongas are mine, don't tell. If you're unsure you can email me at wildhair65@gmail.com and I might give you a clue if you're clueless.