Top 5 Reasons I Love My New Sports Bra

The other day my boyfriend and I decided to play tennis. This was a stupid decision because all of my sports bras had recently been massacred in a terrible laundry accident (I can't discuss the details yet--I'm too emotional), but I was feeling cocky and thought I could get away with wearing one of my regular lacy bras, just this once.

Again, this was a stupid decision. Because a good foundation is essential, and it's especially essential while playing sports.

At the tennis courts, I complained a lot. I tiptoed around instead of running. I moaned, "You will never know my plight!" And after I attempted to serve with my racket tucked into my armpit and both hands holding my boobs in place, my boyfriend said, "That's it. We're going to get you a new sports bra."

The closest supplier was Aries Apparel, so we sped over there, I grabbed the first employee I saw and said, "Look, I'm ready to admit it. I need help. I left a tennis game to come here. I've hit rock bottom."

The woman, who happened to be the Patron Saint of Double-D Cups, gently grabbed me by the shoulders, led me into the dressing room, and shut the curtains. "Don't come out," she said, "and don't panic. Just promise me you'll try on every bra I give you."

So I did. I was there for, like, two hours. And I found this bra:

Moving Comfort "Maia" Sports Bra, $46

Here are the top 5 reasons I'm in love with it:

Its name is "Maia."
Which makes it extra easy to anthropomorphize, as in: "Maia and me played soccer today and had so much fun! Then we got frappuccinos and watched Cool Runnings."

It's modest.
Normally I don't care that much about modesty. I mean, I try my best not to show-cha my chocha, but I love a good miniskirt or a deep v-neck. However, the combination of loose workout clothes, too-small sports bras, and contortionist poses can turn an innocent yoga class into a particularly raunchy round of strippersize, and I do have an issue with that. Maia helps me stay decent, even during downward facing dog.

It's like two bras in one.
It's got the coverage and elasticity of a regular pullover sports bra, combined with the all-important underwire and adjustable straps: the best of both worlds!

It doesn't resemble a sporty straight jacket.
One of the bras my Aries Apparel bra consultant insisted I try on might warrant its own post at some point: it had approximately 700 clasps from my belly button up to my neck, crushed my boobs into submissive pancakes, and may or may not have been made of Kevlar. Sure, it probably could have protected me from a mortar attack, but it was so ugly and uncomfortable that I was terrified to put it on, and then needed assistance from two people to take it off. No thanks. Not fun.

OMG I can run in it!
Running with an ample bosom is a complicated endeavor involving all manner of slings, pulleys, and an emergency medical team on call. Normal sports bras just don't cut it. Me and Maia, though? We could run all day. Well, realistically we could run for, like, 25 minutes, but still. It's awesome.

Have any of you large-chested readers found a sports bra you love? Please spread the Non-Bouncy Good News in the comments!

Stuff I Love: Sunny Shoes and Sunny Days

These shoes are almost as happy and exciting as a sunny spring day in Portland. To understand exactly how happy and exciting that is, imagine if these shoes were surrounded by a bunch of gray, cloudy shoes. And sitting in a mud puddle.

Wanna know what else is exciting? They're only 17 bucks. Hallelujah spring is here!

The Lincoln-Jeggings Debates

A couple weeks ago I was in the hosiery section of Nordstrom. And they had a big shelf of jeggings there, right next to the socks and tights and pantyhose. And I felt really conflicted about it.

I mean, jeggings can be interpreted as jeans made of leggings-like fabric, or leggings made to look like jeans (or predatory seabirds, I guess). Jeggings retailers have to pick a side. Nordstrom sent a strong statement with their jeggings placement: this item is more hosiery than pants. Urban Outfitters, on the other hand, stocks their jeggings next to their normal jeans. The ramifications of this decision could be terrifying.


I think, ideally, jeggings would be stocked in some kind of a hybrids-only section along with Toyota Priuses, plucots, and the Pig Man from Seinfeld. But alas, that's just not a realistic option right now, what with the Toyota recall and all.

So, to help us this out, I've decided to present both sides of the issue in the style of a 19th century political debate. For the sake of argument, I will take the "jeggings as jeans" side, while Abraham Lincoln (obviously) will argue that jeggings are, in fact, more like leggings, and therefore well suited to the hosiery section.

Ahem:

Me: Jeggings. Such a confusing little word. Such a confusing little garment. Are they leggings or are they jeans? They are both, but also, somehow, neither. When it comes to jeggings, there is only one thing I know for sure: seeing them in the hosiery section makes me go, "Huh?" And that is unacceptable.

Abraham Lincoln: Friends and patriots, I speak to you today as a conflicted man. My personal struggle with this issue has deeply affected me and my family, but I have finally come to a conclusion… jeggings are more leggings than jeans, and should be treated accordingly.

Me: Abe, with all due respect, that is wack. If jeggings were merely leggings, then why would seeing them in the hosiery section reduce me to tearful spasms of confusion and panic?

Abraham Lincoln: I'm really not sure why that would ever happen.

Me: When I see jeggings stocked with other jeans, I just get slightly uncomfortable, but I can deal with it. Therefore, jeggings are more like jeans.

Abraham Lincoln: Deeming these modest underthings "jeans" is an outright fabrication! The only quality jeggings share with jeans is the first initial "J."

Me: As my dear friend Benjamin Franklin once said, "If it walks like a jean, and talks like a jean, it's a pair of jeans."

Abraham Lincoln: Your whole argument hinges on a fake Benjamin Franklin quote?

Me: Mostly, yes.

Abraham Lincoln: Unlike my opponent, I don't think this is a topic that should be taken lightly. Stocking jeggings alongside jeans is a bold act of rebellion. It says to the world, "Don't worry about wearing these as a bottom layer. Please, feel welcome to wear them as pants." And that, my friends, is a dangerous precedent.

Me: Dude, Abe, the latest trend is not wearing pants at all--let the people throw on a pair of jeggings!

Abraham Lincoln: I suppose in this case you could call me a separatist. Can't we just give jeggings their own section?

Me: I totally agree. We need to find the Pig Man.


So, which side are you on?

p.s. A big thanks to my amazing brother Tona for helping me generate Abraham Lincoln jeggings quotes.

Awesome Affordable Etsy Find of the Week!

Secret Garden Hair Clip or Brooch, $12

I have a huge crush on New Zealand-based Etsy shop hunter gatherer. They sell adorable hair bows and bowties in vintage-inspired fabrics, and all their product tags say "hunter gatherer thinks you are quite lovely."

You see, I'm a sucker for flattery. Also for floral prints. Also for New Zealand accents. Help me, Jesus.

Top 5 Things I Would Say to My Wardrobe if We Were in Couples Counseling

(photo via rocket_ship)

I have a very complex relationship with my wardrobe. Sometimes the contents of my closet make me feel exuberant, confident, and sassy--I'm so proud of these clothes I have collected and the way they flatter my figure and express my personality. And other times these very same clothes make me feel stifled, frumpy, and angry.

Yesterday morning was one of these "other times."

I found myself collapsing dramatically into a pile of cardigans on my bed, choking back tears and declaring, "I hate everything I own. Everything. I just hate it!" I wanted to go on a shopping spree or join a nudist colony or at the very least, hire Bruce Willis to drill a nuke into my closet and blow it up so mankind could be spared from seeing these awful clothes ever again. [New 2010 goal: less Armageddon references, more allusions to the works of Nabokov.]

Anyway, during these emotional moments in my cardigan pile, I got to thinking that this complex relationship I have with my wardrobe isn't unlike the complex relationship one might have with a boyfriend or girlfriend or sibling or parent. Sure, sometimes we treat each other terribly, but deep down, we really love each other. And the good times far outweigh the bad.

If my wardrobe and I decided to go to couples counseling to work on our relationship, here are a few things I would want to say:

• Sometimes I feel like you don't support me. But maybe I'm expecting too much from you, especially that six year old bra I keep wearing instead of donating to the local historical society.

• You definitely deserve better treatment, so I will try to pick you up off the floor more often. I will also try to stop yelling "I HATE YOU.

• I need you to be more flexible. Mostly when I eat too much pasta.

• I know I need to stop looking for a cheap thrill at TJ Maxx whenever I get bored with you, but be patient with me, OK? Old habits die hard.

• Sorry I keep a Goodwill bag in the closet and throw random things in it over the course of weeks or months. That must sort of feel like being held hostage and not knowing which of your friends is going to be taken away next. Stress central.

What would you say to your wardrobe? And what would it say to you?

This Might Clear Some Things Up...

The lovely and talented Jessica emailed me the transcript of a conversation she had with her mom the other day, and I couldn't resist posting it here, partly because it clears up a few common myths/misunderstandings surrounding this blog, but mostly because it totally cracked me up:

Mom: I read a blog on your website the other day! You had it linked.

Me: Oh? Which one?

Mom: Daddy Likely.

Me: Daddy Likey?

Mom: Oh, I thought it was Likely. I thought it was a saying I didn't know.

Me: Nope, Daddy Likey.

Mom: Yes, I liked what she was saying about sweaters. I buy LOTS of sweaters in the same colors. But I was a little disturbed that she is selling stolen clothes!

Me: WHAT?

Mom: Her store that she was talking about. The one with Stolen Vintage Clothes. Who does she steal them from? Does she ask?

Me: Oh my...no. The store is Stolen Peacock Vintage. She had a story about her family stealing a peacock.

Mom: Is she selling a stolen peacock?

Me: No, the store is NAMED after a stolen peacock. She didn't steal any clothes.

Mom: So she's not selling anything she stole from anybody.

Me: Right.

Mom: Oh, good. That makes me feel better. I liked her writing, and I felt bad about liking her if she was stealing things and selling them!

Me: I am SO e-mailing her about this.

Mom: Tell her I'm sorry I accused her of stealing. Oh, what's a 'Chocho?'

p.s. If anyone else is wondering, "chocha" is a term that translates to "private lady parts." Pronunciation is an entirely personal decision, mostly because I love hearing my mom and her friends (and now Jessica's mom!) come up with different versions.

p.p.s.s. I also wanted to assure you that Jessica is right--Stolen Peacock Vintage is not stocked with stolen merchandise. And I gave up the peacock-stealing business a long time ago. But I regret nothing.

Stolen Peacock Vintage Update!

A big congratulations to the lovely Lauren, winner of our Stolen Peacock Vintage Grand Opening Giveaway Bonanza, and a huge thank you to everyone who entered! Your comments were sweet and insightful and hilarious, which are three of my favorite adjectives.

We updated the shop recently with lots of gorgeous new pieces, so please check it out if you have a free moment this weekend. Here are some of my current favorites:

A floaty marbled maxi dress: so perfect for summer, not to mention a beautiful way to bring a little marble rye inspiration into your wardrobe.

I mentioned on Twitter that if you buy these gorgeous 70s sunglasses, I might resent you, because I kind of want to keep them, but I will also respect you, and befriend you, and ask to borrow your sunglasses.

This dress makes me unbelievably happy. The happy flowers! The happy pockets! And it's just 22 bucks, which is way cheaper than antidepressants.

This sequin jacket was super popular in the giveaway comment section, and it's still up for grabs, so grab it!

We've also added in a couple higher end designer pieces, like a fringed Valentino top and this stunning red coat dress by Charles Cooper:

So. Freakin'. Chic.

Thanks so much again to everyone for your awesome comments and emails, Etsy favorite-ing, and help spreading the word about Stolen Peacock Vintage. We've had a blast with the shop so far, and we really appreciate your support!

Stuff I Love

Today I'm delighted to debut a groundbreaking new segment here at Daddy Likey. It's called Stuff I Love. These posts will feature...wait for it...wait for it...Stuff I Love! Huge bombshell, right? But seriously, I love a lot of stuff, and I'm tired of hiding it from the world.

First up, check out this amazing "Earth" necklace from Alice and Isa:

I totally love it.

That's all.

Don't Show-cha Your Chocha, Now Featuring an Embarrassed Mannequin

Alright ladies and gentlemen, it's Don't Show-cha Your Chocha time! It's a time of deep personal reflection, spirituality, and most importantly, pictures of people who have decided wearing pants, skirts and/or underwear is totally lame.

Let's start with this artful spread (or clench, more accurately), that reader Susanne titled, "Where the Wild Chochas Grow:"

Get the picture?

Wonderful Rory submitted Mariah Carey's not-so-wonderful new album cover:

Considering what the retoucher did to her breasts, I wouldn't be surprised if she was originally wearing pants but they were edited out.

This one cracks me up:

Says Thomas W.: All that pixelation isn't going to save us from her chocha.

Oh look, it's another pretend-dress from our old friends at Forever 21:

Emma says: It would make a great sweater. Not dress. Sweater.

From Julienne:

Seems to me that, even if she's attempting to channel the ghost of Laurence of Arabia, she could bother with the bottom half of her Abayah. Who wants to ride a camel in that state anyway?

From Diana:

She says: It's Asian Taylor Swift chocha-ing around in a children's park with fathers in the background who are most definitely not watching their kids anymore. [Editor's note: Can't wait for the wholesome internet traffic the phrase "Asian Taylor Swift chocha" will bring to my blog. Good god.]

Couture chocha alert:

Says Tavi: At least she's blunt about her embarrassment.

Next we have three British DSYC moments, with commentary, courtesy of Grace:

How much better would it be if it was ENTIRELY floor length, instead of the front being crotch length??

Ahhh, Jordan. I admire how she has tied a piece of floral fabric around her hips to try and add a sense of demurity to her see though net orange trousers. Sadly, she failed.

I have no words. None.

Here's a doozy:

Says Shayla: I guess she doesn't have to worry about anyone seeing anything when she bends over. You can see stuff when she's standing up! I hope she put pants on before she went out the door.

Next two are from lovely reader Jen's American Music Awards chocha report:

What's that noise? Oh I get it... it’s her chocha screaming: “I want to be in the picture too!”

Shakira should put the chocha showing dress down, go make another album and use the money to buy the rest of the missing pieces for the dress!!

Hmm...speak of the devil:

Says Glynnis: Here is Shakira, whose hips do not lie, coming very closing to airing her chocha.

And finally, this ebay chocha moment from Jenni might be one of my favorites ever. This is her story:

It said "Short dress/top". I clicked. And quickly regretted it:

Apparently I wanted to burn my eyes out as I clicked on the back view:

I mean, Sweet Mother of Jesus, when even a MANNEQUIN has to use its hand to maintain its dignity know you're in trouble!

You guys, the mannequin is embarrassed. Are you laughing as hard as I am? I can't even handle how funny that is.

Thanks so much to all the diligent chocha watchers who keep this feature well-stocked and running smoothly week after week! Find a chocha? Send it in: daddylikeyblog@gmail.com

Stockpile Syndrome

Many generations of my family grew up poor in rural Italy before my great grandparents immigrated to America. As my mom often puts it, "We hail from peasant stock. If you ever need to carry big buckets of water on your shoulders, trust me, you will be able to do it. It is in your blood."

Jealous?

Perhaps because of this impoverished heritage, my mom's side of the family believes strongly in stockpiling. They also believe strongly that vegetarians eat pork, chicken, and fish, but that's another post for another time.

These people stockpile everything: garbanzo beans, paper towels, sports equipment, silverware. My grandmother's basement is basically Costco, just less crowded and with a much wider selection.

Naturally, many of my Italian relatives are proponents of stockpiling favorite items of clothing. Instead of saying, "Nice sweater," my great aunt says, "I hope you got that in every color, Winona!" And it is more of a threat than a compliment, because how dumb would I feel if I only bought one and it ripped and I didn't have five more to replace it and stay looking cute through the cold, hard winter?

I can't decide how I feel about it. On the one hand, it's nice to have your favorite shirt in a variety of colors, and it's comforting to keep a backup pair of those perfect-fitting pumps in your closet. But I've also found that whenever I do stock up on something, it doesn't feel so special anymore, and I lose interest.

So I'm curious to know what you guys think: Do you believe in stockpiling?

p.s. Sally of Already Pretty posted about this topic today too! Crazy, right? Please check out her thoughtful and thought-provoking post on buying multiples as well!

Awesome Affordable Etsy Find of the Week!

Rainbow Kitten Pocket Journal, $15

As soon as I saw this, I knew I had to get it for my little brother Bob, because he loves kittens and rainbows and journals. And I was right: today on the phone I asked him if he liked it and he said, "Nona, are you kidding me? It's a kitten. Barfing up a rainbow. And it's a little journal to boot! It's INCREDIBLE."

So there you go.

The World Inside Your Shoes

The first thing I thought when I saw these amazing light-up heels by Nicholas Kirkwood for Rodarte was "AWESOME!"

The second thing I thought was, "It looks like there are little galaxies trapped in the heels! I will write a story about this in the style of Dr. Seuss."

And here we are:

The Little World Inside Your Shoes

A philosophical question:
Tell me, what would you do
if you found a little world
in the heel of your shoe?

Say you're dressed to the nines
roaming New York's mean streets
thinking, "Where is Scott Schuman?
these shoes hurt my feets!"

But that tingle you're feeling?
It's not bunion nor blister,
it's swirling stars, tiny planets--
are you getting this, sister?

Look just under your sole,
see the galaxy's glow.
It's beautiful, wondrous,
a bit frightening, no?

So what do you do now?
Kick your shoes off and run?
Call in NASA, or the airforce,
Will Smith and his gun?

Maybe you pick up your shoe
and the world that's inside,
stare at it intently,
whisper, "Who's there? Don't hide."

Does the thought cross your mind
that your find might reveal
we all live in a small world
inside a big heel?

***

p.s. Thanks so much to D'Et for directing me to these amazing shoes!

Top 5 Situations When It Might Make Sense to Spend $128 on This Ripped T-Shirt

1. You are president of your local chapter of the Moth Damage Fan Club and need to make an authoritative fashion statement.

2. You are president of your local chapter of Spendthrifts Anonymous and need to make an authoritative fashion statement.

3. You are starring in a shockingly well-funded production of Les Misérables.

4. You thought the price was $1.28, so you were like, "Haha cool! A cozy, pre-ripped t-shirt for two bucks!" and you haven't seen your bank statement yet.

5. You stumble half naked into a Nevada airport (that's what you get for wakin' up in Vegas, am I right?), realize that you are half naked, and the kiosk next to your terminal is selling ripped t-shirts for $128.

Shirt info here.

Awesome Affordable Etsy Find of the Week!

Tiny Rose Teacup Ring, $10

Pretty much every night, I get out my favorite mug (National Geographic mug shoutout!), boil some water, and make myself a lovely cup of tea. Then I set it on the counter and forget it exists while I watch 3-7 hours of Criminal Minds. Then my boyfriend comes home and sighs dramatically and says, "Nona, you didn't drink your tea again. Why do you make tea every night when you never drink it?" And then I say, "Why are you always judging my tea-drinking habits? Matthew Gray Gubler is the only man who understands me!" And then my boyfriend says, "You have never met Matthew Gray Gubler. You are in love with his character on Criminal Minds, not him, and in reality he would probably be just as confused about your insistence on leaving full cups of cold tea all over the house." And then I'm like, "Damn, maybe you're right."

Maybe wearing a cup of tea would work better for me?

p.s. Thanks so much to Jolene for the heads up about this adorable little shop!

The Five Men versus the WUZZY

I recently received the following message from the lovely and talented Sarah W:

Dear Winona, There was a men's fashion first impressions moment just now that I had to share with you. My roommate showed her boyfriend this item and asked him what it was:

He actually couldn't couldn't tell, and finally responded with "a poofy ball of god-knows-what."

p.s. Don't you really, really want those? They're called WUZZY!!

To answer Sarah's question, yes, I absolutely want those. But I would probably buy a moldy roast beef sandwich if someone told me it was called "WUZZY!!" And to answer the more obvious question of "Wait, what is a WUZZY!!?" well, it is apparently a slipper. Details here.

I couldn't resist asking the famous Five Men for their take on this poofy ball of god-knows-what, and here's what they said:

Brother, age 22: It looks like a replacement head for a Swiffer sweeper. Or maybe like a Flounder on the ocean floor. Actually, exactly like this Flounder:

rofl @ that pic of the Flounder. his face lol

Brother, age 15: Not actually sure what that is. If it was a slipper, I would be into it, but it may be a hat or a mitten or something. That would just be gross.

Brother, age 20: Have to suggest an Anti fungal cream for that.

Boyfriend: It's a rabbit's foot! A lucky rabbit's foot!

Dad: It looks like the Puss Caterpillar, from the southeastern U.S. Quite venomous but looks very innocuous.

Puss Caterpillar*.

*Or WUZZY!! Not sure which**.

**Confusing the two could prove disastrous. Right, Dad?

p.s. Here's the very first Five Men's Fashion First Impressions post, just in case you're new around these parts and want to get all caught up!

Stolen Peacock Vintage Giveaway!

First of all, thank you so much for the great response to my friend Rachel and my new Etsy shop, Stolen Peacock Vintage. We really appreciate all the sweet comments, emails, and Etsy favorite-ing, and we're now in the process of restocking after our first sales, so we're super excited!

To celebrate our grand opening, we've arranged a little giveaway for Daddy Likey readers. The winner will receive a $20 gift certificate to spend on anything in the shop, along with this vintage Ann Taylor silk scarf with a gorgeous peacock pattern:



Fact: Vintage Ann Taylor scarves increase your street cred by, like, infinity:

Hardcore, right? (Complete with duckface.)

We will also send you a cookie.

For your chance to win, please take a look around the shop and leave a comment on this post telling us your favorite item. We'll choose a winner at random next Friday. Contest is open to all readers, everywhere. If you're feeling generous, please help us spread the word about this contest, and we'll love you forever! Good luck!

UPDATE: Congratulations to our winner, Lauren P.! Thank you all so much for the kind words and enthusiasm for our shop! I'll be restocking the shop (again! yay!) over the weekend, so keep an eye out for cool new stuff. We'll also be doing more fun giveaways in the future, so come on back to Daddy Likey, ya hear?

Martin Is Smitten

Martin Sheen, our raccoon correspondent, has something to say about this change purse. Take it away, Marty!


A shiny raccoon. With dazzling eyes. The perfect size to hold a can of tuna.

I think I'm in love.

xoxo
Martin

Top 5 Things to Wear For National Corndog Day

My mom's coworker, Jordan, happens to be one of the creators of National Corndog Day, which happens to be the best holiday there is.

It is better than Thanksgiving because it involves binging but does not necessarily require awkward family bonding time. It is better than Valentine's Day because it is a day full of love and emotion without the pressure to be in a relationship. It is better than Christmas because it's cheap. It is better than the 4th of July because it carries significantly less risk of receiving disfiguring burns. It is better than Flag Day because Flag Day sucks and nobody knows what it is.

On National Corndog Day, March 20th, you get together with your friends and eat corndogs and tater tots, and drink beer. You're also supposed to watch the NCAA basketball tournament, but I don't care about basketball so usually I just eat 12 corndogs and go to sleep.

Here are my recommendations for that all-important National Corndog Day outfit:

1. Yoga Pants

The elastic waist is key here. Trust me.

2. Zany corndog-themed t-shirt

Look at that happy corndog!

3. Red Hoodie

Conceals bloating and ketchup spills.

4. Plaid trapper cap

No idea why. It just feels right.

5. And, of course, a couple of cute corn dog charms:

Now that's the holiday spirit!

I hope you'll consider spending March 20th binging on corn dogs with me. If you're interested in ordering a Corndog Day party pack, they're available here until this Friday. And if you live somewhere without easy access to corndogs, here's a recipe for corndog batter, because god knows International Corndog Day is even better than National Corndog Day.

Seriously you guys, it's so much better than Flag Day.

Don't Show-cha Your Chocha!

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to this week's installment of Don't Show-cha Your Chocha. For those of you who are just joining the party here at Daddy Likey, DSYC is a recurring feature in which readers send in examples of the not-wearing-pants-when-they-are-clearly-necessary trend.

Please feel free to click here to read the humble beginnings of Don't Show-cha Your Chocha, or just read on and you'll surely get the gist of it.

Let's kick things off with this prime example:

Reader Gracey sums it up: So very, very many accessories. And yet...no pants.

Check out this adorable little sort-of dress sent in by Vyla:

Gimme like 5 more inches of fabric and I'd be into it.

The beautiful ENC submitted this chochastic pic of Gwynnie P:

Girlfriend is definitely owning it.

I titled this next photo, "Uh oh":

As Kanishka points out: The gap at the bottom of her "dress" after the last button is a little too close to chocha for comfort.

Vigilant reader Emma sent in a motherload of chocha. Behold:

At least this one is wearing shorts. I mean, underwear. I mean, a crocheted diaper? Nevermind.

How does this work, exactly, when she unclenches her legs?

Again, thank you, crotch shadow, for your diligent service.

File this under the ever-popular "yeah, but that is a shirt" category.

From Vanda:

She says: Saw this from Whitney Port and thought, "I know she moved to the Big Apple, but do we really need to almost see her Little Apple?"

Here's a great one from Jace:

Man, thank god for that, umm, chocha flap?

Let's see...how can I make an eloquent transition here...Oh yes! Speaking of chocha flaps:

Liana says: I couldn't help but notice the unladylike (or perhaps VERY ladylike) placement of the pink fabric on this Milly dress. [Editor's note: Yes, apparently top designers are now knocking off this dress. Why? We'll never know.]

From Claire:

She says: Here we've got a ridiculously short American Apparel mini, aptly titled, because I can see, well, everything.

And another, even more upsetting angle:

The model appears to be grimacing in embarrassment, which is weird because American Apparel tends to substitute porn for their "advertisements."

One more from Claire:

Here's Taylor Momsen rocking the men's shirt...and nothing else.

Umm...yeah:

Says Alicia: All could think of when I saw this was RAWR...and not in a good way. Like, her chocha has roaring capabilities that are only augmented by the leopard dress and furry shoes. Scary.

And finally, let's end on a festive note with this graceful Olympic chocha moment sent in by Birdie:

Inspiring, no?

Found a chocha? Send it in! daddylikeyblog@gmail.com