I love certain things about summer. The sun being out, Pride events, funnel cakes, and especially beach trips. But there's one thing that I dread- swimsuit shopping.
I don't think the majority of women like swimsuit shopping. Things can look really great on a model or on the rack (no pun intended), and they when a chick tries something on it gives her the urge to slap on a mumu and dig into a huge bowl of brownie batter because it's so depressing. No matter how femme-y and hot a girl is she is guaranteed to go through this hell at least once a year. It sucks.
When you're a girl who's not so in your face feminine, the problem gets even more frustrating. Not everyone with a uterus wants to look like a Victoria's Secret model, believe it or not. This article delves into the conundrum of shopping for this hell piece when chicks are butch, but then there's the interesting type who's neither here nor there. What if ruffled bikinis make you want to barf, but the idea of a granny suit under swim trunks isn't any better?
Blah.
Where's that brownie batter?
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