As some of you may notice, my last two posts have mysteriously disappeared.
(I just put them back. Some of you took the time to comment and it seems rude to take the posts down now)
In case you are just tuning into this channel, it is my birthday on Friday and I took it upon myself to ask some unusual requests, like asking for photos of your bras, not necessarily on you, or retro photos of bra advertisements.
But maybe it isn’t appropriate right now for my to be living my fantasy life so thoroughly online, considering my unsteady situation at home. I don’t want to look like a jerk or make you feel uncomfortable about Sophia, some of you who know her. The truth is — I was feeling needy at the time, the way most of us do before our birthday.
Another issue: maybe it isn’t very classy to ASK you for any photos. I don’t want to make anyone feel obligated, as if I would actually treat you any better because of it.
I guess I just want that same feeling of wow-ness, love, and affection that I felt last year on my birthday, when Sophia and Danny helped set up that amazing birthday for me, and so many of you were involved. There’s really no way to top that, even with bras.
I still look at the artwork I received, most of it near or over my desk. I still wear the t-shirts that tout your cities across the country. I don’t want to lie to Elisabeth, though. I’m still on book 1 of the Proust series that she send me. I’ll make it through the rest of the series, I promise… some day. Or at least see the movie.
For now, a happy birthday email or comment on Friday is more than enough for me.
When I move out, and feel lonely — then the bra photos will be MORE THAN WELCOME.
I know this whole thing is probably coming off as incredibly self-absorbed, but think of it as an insight into the modern urban male’s psyche and you’ll feel better about it.
I hope you enjoyed today’s “Bra Trilogy.”