Feb 9, 2006
Cleavage is an interesting thing. At least from a woman's point of view. Today I was looking myself at the mirror and suddenly, I gasped. I am showing some boobs today. I mean, if you'd see me walking by... Um. You'd notice the girls.
Hey, hey! Not in a 'ho, kind of way, but they're out there. (Insert whisper here) I'm showing... cleavage.
Oh. My. God.
And the thing is, I didn't notice when I got dressed in the morning. Maybe I was too asleep (still suffering from insomnia) and didn't look at what I was wearing. Maybe they grew during the day? Am I having some strange, hormonal mix up where my boobies just decided, what the hell, let's increase a cup size from 9am to 6pm? Oh well. Here I am, with my two pals singing Queen's "I want to break free", and suddenly I realized... I went to see a client with my all visible boobage problem. Awww, shit.
I am the first that thinks boobs are meant to stay at home. Maybe I was raised silly in that way, but cleavage has its place, time and reason. I'm no prude, by any means. I am a firm believer that if your Mom and God decided that you would have a nice rack, by all means, show them with pride. Make that Wonderbra work! But damn, don't work it at the agency.
Fact! We shouldn't care of what we are wearing. But! Advertising is a male driven environment. I have written about this before (The Wonderbra Syndrome). And I strongly believe that you should be respected by your work, not by the size of your cup, or how close your cleavage is. The sad thing is, Jessica Simpson is right. Sometimes boobs get in the way.
Don't believe me? Oh well. Get your ultra v neck out of the closet and wear it to work. Now, proceed to count the times people glance at your twins while you are arguing a point. It is annoying as hell. Oh! Maybe you work in such a ballsy place that you get a flat out insulting comment. Maybe your Account Exec praises you on a shirt, rather than your cool copy. Walk right in with a nice media plan, but if the boobs are showing, you can say SPEND A MILLION DOLLARS in one day, and your CEO will keep saying, yes, yes, YES! Honey, he's not reffering to the well planned chart. He's just daydreaming. Out loud.
We chicks now well enough to know that there is no way we can say "sexual harrasment!" and actually win that point. It is just a thing people post on the cafeteria, just for the fun of it. If we yell something back, we're branded as troublemakers or just uptight bitches who have no sense of humor. If we actually made a point everytime we hear a comment like that... there woule be women CEO's all across the globe.
Wait. Women CEO's all across the globe? Hm. Sounds like a plan. Hey sisters! Let's whip them out! Maybe we can all sue and end up playing golf while these ball suckers actually start working for a living!
Who's with me?
Posted by Me at 8:24 PM