The ad claims this to be a strapless, silicone bra. It comes in handy not only when wearing strapless shirts to keep our nips under wraps, but it also gives our bust a boost. Like I said, I am happy with my small chest, but occasionally I need a little extra something. I have been known to stuff my bra with this product. I have even been known to wear more than one bra at a time, but I'm not trying to fool anyone long term. This type of fake boob is not something you can pass off as being real on a regular basis or really any longer than a few hours at best. You surely can not wear it on a night when you intend to "smoosh," which brings be to my point. (I don't think I have a real point actually, but it does bring me to my pointless ramble.)
Last night on Jersey Shore, the boys brought back a couple of "grenades" for some hot tub action. Not donning swim suits, these lucky girls took their soak in their undies. Before long, one of these rubber boobs was floating in the steamy water. Nice. Classy. The Situation removed his sunglasses briefly to inspect this "chicken cutlet" looking specimen much to the horror of the now lopsided grenade. Said grenade froze in terror as the boys began a game of toss the tit. (OMG, I hate the "t" word, but it fit so I had to.) This is not what I would do. (The freeze in terror part. I actually probably would have taken the other one out and made this into a proper competition somehow.)
Let us start with where she went wrong. (Aside from trying to hook-up with the juiced and hair gelled boys from Jersey Shore of course.) To begin with, if you are wearing rubber boobs, you can not get into the hot tub. If you are too drunk to remember you are wearing rubber boobs, then you are sloppy drunk. I'm not one to judge as I have been drunk once or twice in my day but I can say I have been in a rubber boob swimming situation while highly inebriated and had the good sense to take them off. Which brings me to my second point. If you are going to be wearing rubber boobs, you have to OWN them. There is no hiding this matter. They are not real fakes and you have to take them with a grain of salt and laugh about it. Please see exhibit A.
That is me. If you click the photo to enlarge it, you can clearly see my chicken cutlet peeking out. I am OK with this. Actually, I think this is a riot.
My advice for anyone on owning her rubber boob bra and avoiding embarrassment in the future? Instead of hiding it, flaunt it. Make a production of stating you are lacking a swim suit, but luckily, (take bra off here for dramatic effect after making sure all eyes on you) you have the rubber bra so you can modestly take a dip and join the fun anyway. (We're all just mostly trying to hide our nips anyway right?)
If all else fails, put your sunglasses on.
(And one last thought. You can't crash MVP night, Angelina!!!)