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Originally Posted by ghoastgirl1
lol Windbreakers slow you down when you need to save people  |
Well I'd imagine you just take it off as you jump (I was a lifeguard for a short time in HS, and I found that tearing off my jacket when jumping made me feel like Superman). It'd look really exciting. Also, it protects you from getting a sunburn. As captain whiteskin, that came in handy. Most importantly, women would stare at my face instead of my pecks, which is a similar affliction to women's, I suppose.
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Originally Posted by abaya
 True, true. Thing is, he's not even related to me... he's married to my aunt. He's also 18 years younger than her (and 14 years older than me, yay). The whole thing is creepy as shit. So yeah, I get a bit overreactive when older men especially are staring down my boobs (even in a frickin' turtleneck!). I go out of my way to dress in non-accentuating clothing around older men (hell, even around the high schoolers I taught, don't need 17 year old boys examining me at eye level). The only time I really let my titties loose is when I go out to a bar/club with my peers, usually with my husband... and he has every right to ogle and grab them.  |
I saw this horrible movie called Shakespeare in Love a few years back. Gweneth Paltrow played an aristocrat named Viola De Lesseps, who was an actress in an actor's world. Women weren't allowed to act in plays, even to play the part of women. So she cross-dressed. She took some fabric and wrapped up her womanly-bits and put a shirt on over the whole thing. She went from a large A to a B down to nada. That could be a strategy employed to deter gross uncles.
Just a thought.