Once upon a time, in a faraway land, I found myself at an
enchanted mall, clothes-shopping with a friend. (Isn’t everything in
California enchanted, or is that just the medical marijuana talking?) As we
moved from rack to rack, I happened to notice a mannequin above me, modeling
some trendy, overly priced outfit.
And that’s when I saw them.
Nipples.
On the mannequin.
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Maybe I’m missing something here. Could someone please explain to me why in the world mannequins need nipples? Who decided this was a good idea? I haven’t taken a poll or anything, but don’t most women go out of their way to avoid such a situation? Isn’t that why there’s no end to the amount of covers and petals and padded bras on the market? (Okay, so maybe padded bras serve a dual purpose.) I mean, I have friends who literally use band-aides to prevent this kind of embarrassment. So why on earth would someone decide that women want to see what a shirt looks like with their headlights showing?
It would be kind of funny if it wasn’t so gross.
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