Bust Darts and Other Annoying Things Cyclists Do.

So I tried on some very nice pinafore dresses in a well-known chain shop the other day, and I was super giddy because they had a variety of designs, in my size, and in the sale. Winner. And yet, those pesky bust darts got in the way, or failed to be where they should be and consequently I didn't buy anything, because they looked ridiculous.

If any of you are reading this thinking what the hell are bust darts, they're these annoying sort of seams that are added onto shirts, blouses, some tops and dresses to infer where your breasts should fit. Because of course we all have the same sized breasts and we are all the same height, so of course these bust darts are universal......

They're crazy and no wonder women panic so much about sizes and stuff. When you try something on and your boobs come in lower than the bust darts, or the bust darts are further around your sides than they should be, this makes you feel like you're the wrong shape, or your boobs aren't big enough, or you're not tall enough. It's also really annoying when otherwise the item fits well.

I just have to wonder if these bust darts are still necessary. We're not all the same shape even within our clothing size. Of course we're not. We all wear that size differently. So why should we have to fit out bits in where they say so? Our bits should be free to fill whatever space they so choose.

Bloody bust darts. Needless to say, I didn't buy any, despite my deep yearning for a pinafore dress. And it didn't exactly make me want to go and try anything else on.

Moving on to a completely unrelated topic, but one I've ranted about many times, and that is the two wheeled menace to pedestrians: cyclists. Now, my rants are usually concerned with zebra crossings and cyclists, but yesterday I was crossing a small side road that had a pedestrian light on it. I waited for the green man and strolled out, just as the stupid woman cyclist decided she was going to start cycling, after previously waiting nicely at the light. She gave me this look like I'd just stepped in shit and then kicked her in the face with my shitty shoe, and I felt I had to shout at her: I'm on green.

What a dick! Just wait until your frickin' light and stop trying to run over pedestrians!

Okay, I'll keep it short and sweet today. Enjoy your Tuesdays. Watch out for cyclists and bust darts.

Rants.