It’s travelling the world with the sun, and the earth is moving as cleavages appear and boobs flash. And it begins here in New Zealand (by the virtue of being first in the world to greet the new day).
Yes, it’s Monday 26th April, and for me, at least, the boobquake is here.
If you don’t know what in the hell I’m talking about, you probably haven’t looked at the internet for a week. It came about because a cleric in Iran declared last week back that the immodest dress – and promiscuity – of women was to blame for earthquakes. Which is patently fucked-up. Jen McCreight thought so, and wrote a wonderful blogpost not only lampooning said cleric’s declaration, but deciding to test this theory by showing as much cleavage as possible on Monday 26th. Boobquake!
Since her initial posting – silly, and fun, and not really intended seriously – everything exploded. Because boobquake is a fantastic idea! So there’s a facebook event, and a fan page, and lots of articles, and a whole lot of excitement and planning in the twitterverse and in the blogosphere (see Emma Hart with her Boobs! and Lenny with his reasoned response to radical religious rectitude, in particular).
And then there’s me. Nothing too deep. Nothing too meaningful. Just my most boobie-tastic bra, and lowest top. About to head to the supermarket, and then work. It’s safe to say I’m going to enjoy today!
The full outfit – and my thanks to my brother for taking the photos!