Perhaps it’s time I let my inner militant feminist out and burn some bras. I could collect used bras from all of my friends fed up with the claustrophobic tyranny of polyester and plastic and set them alight in Dupont Circle. We could solicit passers-by to support our floppy freedom and turn over the proceeds to some organization promoting real freedom, like the Polaris Project. To make our demands clear, we could call it, “Free the Girls.”
Imagine my disappointment when I learned there’s already an organization called “Free the Girls”. They, too, are collecting used bras, but instead of simply burning the bras, they’re sending the used bras overseas in order to free—get this—not boobies, but actual girls.