Bra Slinger

That sounds like a poorly-drawn, overly colorful, feminist super hero cartoon from the 80s, doesn't it? (are there enough commas in that sentence?)

But I am a bra slinger. I am incapable of taking off a bra like a normal person. I don't even know, how does one normally take off a bra?

One of the first times I took my bra off in front of Husband (don't worry this will not get too personal) was because it was bothering me and I hated it. I hate wearing a bra. I have always removed my bra like so:

Keep your shirt on.
Unhook bra
reach your right arm up the left sleeve of your shirt
fish around until you find the strap
pull the strap down your arm and extricate your hand
repeat on the right side

Now here's where it gets fun

put your hand down the front of your shirt
pull out your unhooked and extricated bra
and fling it as defiantly as possible across the room

Husband looked at me like I was crazy. "Why did you just throw it across the room?"

"Because I hate it."

And I am incapable of taking off my bra any other way. No other way is quite as satisfying. And I'm pretty sure I'll sling that thing across the room every single time, forever.

Do you take your bras off that way?

Side note: once I changed from a bathing suit to a full set of clothes in a packed car of boys -modestly. I'm really good at putting on and taking off clothes under other clothes. Is this a weird skill?