What portion of bodices in literature exist only to be torn, ripped, shredded, or otherwise rent asunder?
posted by Dave Vogt in clothes, dear clusterflock, literature | * | 31 comments
I’ve not read anything recently that mentions bodices at all. Am I missing out?
All of them? Except as metaphors for repression, in which case: stage one booster rockets.
Michael: As with many academic pursuits, we must restrict our purview to that tiny segment of the field which contains the subject of our discussion, ignoring and sometimes completely forgetting about practical applications of our study within the field and in the world at large.
That’s it, I’m writing a novel about a renaissance faire.
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Zombies.
For Deron: Banana Bag & Bodice.
Bag your banana bodice.
You mean, like, tit-fucking?
Did anybody get my joke? Anyone?
Joel: Yes. It went without saying.
Joel, did you want a LOL?
I was just curious whether it was as funny on the screen as it was in my head.
Give a man a LOL…. Teach a man to LOL. Um.
Sheila, I think the correct term is Titty-fuck[ing.]
Aw, Ricky, gimme a break. I can do it just fine.
Sheila, girl, I know you’re equipped and able. “Titty” is funnier, IMHO. Smootches.
“Titty” is funnier, Rick, ’tis true. However, “tit” (combined with “fuck” — and spoken whilst shooting a direct gaze) is remarkably effective. Or so I’ve found.
Girl! You know what works, works. Titty-fuck is funny. Tit-fuck is seriously serious. All in where you’re going with the message. Yes?
Damn right, son.
Very few, imho. I read a shit-ton of romance, but I prefer it when the bodices don’t actually get ripped. I mean, come on! Nice dresses were hella expensive back then!
Take the time to unfasten it, gents. Remember: Slow can be sexy, too.
Fabio unfastened the hook at the top, then Fabio unfastened the second hook from the top, then Fabio unfastened the third hook from the top, then Fabio unfastened the fourth hook from the top…
i.e. slow can be sexy, but not for the reader.
Don’t write any romance novels, Joel.
I did, but it was only three sentences long.
That’s what she said.
The second sentence was “Boy loses Girl.”
Joel, please write a romance novel — say, a novelization of Jeff & Casey Time.