A few days ago I put up a post that caused me to get my first negative comment. I immediately felt like junk and deleted that puppy right off my blog. But it caused me to freeze up. I was suddenly afraid to post ANYTHING. So I spent the last few days self examining and trying to figure out what the heck happened. Was my radar totally off? Had I crossed some line and not even known it? (The lucky thing is, if you have a blogreader like googlereader or bloglines you probably saw it already because once it’s posted it stays there. Just another plug to get on a reader.)
I had posted about a woman at a party we attended and the fact that she was a genuinely nice person but her shirt was so low as to cause a bit of distraction. It was a situation that caused a bit of discomfort for my husband, my teenage son, and me and I was trying to use humor to get the point across that we women really need to think about the effect our clothing choices have on the people around us.
I did use some colorful slang but I didn’t want to keep saying the word Boob over and over. Maybe that was it.
I also posted it with a picture that I happened to snap of the offending shirt, but the woman’s face was intentionally hidden and maybe the picture sent it over the top. I don’t’ know.
Maybe it was the delivery. You can't really hear my tone when you're reading it so I guess it could be read as harsher than it was intended.
But when I went back to read it (minus the picture) I didn’t understand what my reader got so worked up about. So here I go posting it again. I do hope you get my point that the women seemed like a wonderful person but her choice of clothing made us very uncomfortable. It was not an attack on her or meant to be mean-spirited in any way.
Now the perks were that my husband and I had a good bonding chuckle over it and he stared into my eyes most of the afternoon. The drawbacks….my son got a good solid eyeful.
So without any further ado, here I go again with much trepidation. Am I off my rocker or is this terribly offensive?
A Letter To The Lady With Her Boobs Hanging Out Of Her Shirt
Dear Boobalicious Woman,
First I would like to welcome you and your chest to the party.
I have to admit that it was your chest that I noticed first as you entered since there was so much of it showing. It took a few moments for me to pull my eyes away and see your friendly smiling face.
And I’m sure that as you were getting dressed before the party you thought you looked HOT when you glanced in the mirror, pretty proud of the fact that you were holding that whole shirt up without any help of straps, sticky tape, or super glue. But I would like to mention that as the hours passed your shirt got lower…and lower…and lower.
Now if we were in a group of girls, hey girlfriend, you just go right ahead and get your boob on. But unfortunately you were in a room with my husband, my teenage son, and plenty of other men. Men who happen to WANT to stay faithful to their wives or themselves, with their body as well as their thought life. You know how rare that is?
And maybe you just don’t understand how hard it is for a guy to turn the other way. I’m telling you, I’ve got my own set of hooters and I STILL had to work hard not to stare at yours. They were like a big booby magnet.
So next time can you just keep them tucked into your shirt? You’re a really pretty woman with a nice smile. That is, after I could yank my eyes away from your chest and focus on your face. In fact, when I got to talking with you I though to myself, “She’s kind of cool; somebody I could be friends with.” But I have to admit, I might hesitate to have you over to my house for dinner because I’d be worried that we’d all have to stare at our plates all night.
Now, I’ve had moments where I could have been a little more careful with my shirt too so I just want to thank you for the reminder that it’s a good idea to lead with my smile rather than my knockers. I’d like people to be able to pick my face out of a crowd rather than my…well, you know what I mean.