Comments on: Bra

By: aag

aag — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 13:15:09 +0000

Oh. I’m not Jane. I *work for* Jane. But we are two completely different people. :)

By: Bob

Bob — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 05:47:04 +0000

No, no, no…I’m just someone who found janesguide.com ages ago, back in the late 90′s, and the various posts you put up there, including some entries that were blog-like before there were blogs. You have a distinctive voice, and when I began reading this blog, with the kids and your partner and so forth, well, it wasn’t a big surprise when it turned out to be you.

But no, we’ve never met. I’m just a middle-aged guy in Minnesota with a wife and kids and who appreciates good writing, good sex, and good writing about sex.

By: aag

aag — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 12:36:10 +0000

Wha? Do I know you?

By: hurricanebob

hurricanebob — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 06:12:10 +0000

Ah, Jane….

Well, we have only boys here–but growing up, and all of its awkwardness, is gender free. It’s a pleasure to find your blog here. I could almost have guessed it was you.

By: Emily

Emily — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 14:21:10 +0000

We didn’t have a problem with bras – unless you count the “that’s NOT APPROPRIATE for a girlchild your age” eternal arguments.

The thong underwear turned into a family joke. My mom wears grannypanties, I wear bikinis, my daughter wears thongs so my eventual grandchild will probably go commando.

I was not prepared, however, for the strange sense of relief that comes when the tampon applicators show up in the trash regularly.

By: aag

aag — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 13:41:38 +0000

Oh dear god. This terrifies me. :)

By: nitebyrd

nitebyrd — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 13:11:50 +0000

My daughter was flat-chested on Monday but by Tuesday sprouted 34C’s. Well, it seemed like that. We went from WalMart undershirts to Victoria’s Secret in a heartbeat. I got over the bra issue the instant she wanted to wear thong underwear.

By: Naive London Girl

Naive London Girl — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 06:18:55 +0000

This post made me laugh out loud. I remember those days of being a teen / pre-teen when everything regarding appearances mattered SO MUCH– When a new coat, or new pair of jeans was such a big deal. It wasn’t so much that getting a new coat was bad, but rather letting go of the one I had was difficult. As you get older it gets easier to get rid of stuff- but as a child even the simplest of possessions is really all you have.

I’m glad this had a good ending, and that you avoided the bra drama– my mother wasn’t so lucky!