The Boobquake Experiment
Social networking sites are dangerous. I must admit that I had underestimated the power of Facebook. Let this story be a cautionary tale to all: do not click lightly!
When a co-worker sent me the event invitation through Facebook, I accepted immediately. To be truly honest, while I wholeheartedly agreed with the cause, I had no intention to actually put my boobs on display. I figured none of my Facebook friends would notice nor care. I was wrong. It did not take long for several co-workers to excitedly inquire about what I was going to wear (and not just men!) Not wanting to lose face, I revised my stand and decided that I would put my money where my mouth was. Showing off the goods is not an easy thing for me.
Last night, I tried on the outfit I came up with for the occasion. Looking in the mirror, I had an anxiety attack. There was no way I would ever dare to wear this to work. Ever. I could not look anyone in the eyes, which is fine for the actual work portion of my shift, since I sit in front of a screen, but it would severely limit my travel through the building during breaks. I even wondered if my manager wouldn't send me home with a warning for dressing inappropriately. No, I could not risk it. Choosing a deep (but still respectable) cowl neckline instead, I still felt I might get teased for backing off. My solution: take a picture and post it on Facebook for the day, dispensing me from having to look anyone in the eyes while they stare at my endowments.
Happy Boobquake Day to all cleavage lovers out there and may women free themselves from religious servitude.
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A few days ago, a prominent Iranian cleric declared the following:"Many women who do not dress modestly lead young men astray, corrupt their chastity and spread adultery in society, which increases earthquakes."Purdue University Jen McCreight decided to react by testing the theory: Boobquake was born. Simple and lighthearted on the surface, the idea is to rally enough women willing to dress immodestly today, April 26th, to see if we can cause an earthquake with the combined power of our scandalous bodies. The real message, of course, is that women should have the right to dress however they choose.
When a co-worker sent me the event invitation through Facebook, I accepted immediately. To be truly honest, while I wholeheartedly agreed with the cause, I had no intention to actually put my boobs on display. I figured none of my Facebook friends would notice nor care. I was wrong. It did not take long for several co-workers to excitedly inquire about what I was going to wear (and not just men!) Not wanting to lose face, I revised my stand and decided that I would put my money where my mouth was. Showing off the goods is not an easy thing for me.
Last night, I tried on the outfit I came up with for the occasion. Looking in the mirror, I had an anxiety attack. There was no way I would ever dare to wear this to work. Ever. I could not look anyone in the eyes, which is fine for the actual work portion of my shift, since I sit in front of a screen, but it would severely limit my travel through the building during breaks. I even wondered if my manager wouldn't send me home with a warning for dressing inappropriately. No, I could not risk it. Choosing a deep (but still respectable) cowl neckline instead, I still felt I might get teased for backing off. My solution: take a picture and post it on Facebook for the day, dispensing me from having to look anyone in the eyes while they stare at my endowments.
Happy Boobquake Day to all cleavage lovers out there and may women free themselves from religious servitude.
posted by Nathalie at 8:44 AM
2 Comments:
My Iranian friend and I planned the whole thing perfectly. It went beyond our wildest expectations ;-)
What should we do after...
C
I'm sure you can come up with something. :)
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