I was previously unfamiliar with the concept of bra euphoria:

It’s my fault, I get excited. Bra euphoria… is a thing. 

Resulting, it seems, in hasty purchases and consequent discomfort. And so,

I’m just about ready to give up on bras altogether.

At which point, I should add that these bra-related dramas are from transgender Reddit, where passions run high, and agonies abound:

I’ve been fit by 3 women in 3 fancy enough places to have someone help fit you. I do this because everywhere I look there is nothing that fits.

And,

Don’t get me started on constricted breathing.

And,

I haven’t given birth, but I’ve had electrolysis on my whole face and some down there.

This latter detail is mentioned for the purposes of calibrating bra discomfort. I, for one, am learning things today.

Needless to say, a thread ensues, in which grumbles are aired regarding the need for repeated measurements, commission-based sales assistants, returns policies, underwiring, and the shortcomings of bra manufacturers, whose products are deemed wanting, on account of their generally being designed for the bodies of women.

Sadly, female sales assistants who find themselves helping strange men try on bras, repeatedly, did not participate in the discussion.

Update, via the comments:

I should also add that, in discussions of this kind, the term euphoria often has connotations of sexual arousal. Which raises the prospect of female sales assistants who find themselves helping strange men try on bras, repeatedly, while said men may be getting euphoric.

Not every sales assistant’s cup of tea, I should think.

Via.

Also, open thread. Share ye links and bicker.

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