
Hi! My name is Angela and I'm a stay at home mom, wife, writer, event planner, maid and every other role that life brings.Join me as I rant and rave about the things that life brings to my doorstep 
The other day I was rummaging around in my closet looking for the lightest, loosest clothes I could find to comfortably fit my slowly growing belly. So there I was, on my knees just yanking stuff out and throwing 'e, over my shoulder until the husband asked "what's this?"
He was holding my corset. Oh, not one of those really tight lace up ones. This one had three rows of eyehooks (I think that's what they're called) running down the back and this stiff things all around it that's supposed to keep bulges down.
So, I told him what it was and what it was for. Normally, it should have stopped there. Unfortunately, the husband was in one of his "macho" moods and started yapping how some women should start wearing those corsets all the time.
Okay, there may be something in that statement sure. But I'm not really at my most tolerant right now so I railed at him asking if he even had any clue as to how uncomfortable those things are and why women should be the only ones wearing them while men let their saggy, bloated guts hang all over the place (hubby admittedly is one of these, his tummy is ready to pop!)
Y'know what he said? Well, if women have so much to complain about, why buy these things in the first place? He was sure that if men really had to wear those, there won't be any complaints.
Really. There and then I made a bet with him that HE couldn't last 2 hours in the thing. He said he could. The price of our bet? a fried crab and steamed fresh shrimp dinner.
Okay then. I totally wrestled him into the corset (you try fitting a large female sized corset round a gut of 38in!). Took me about 15 minutes (and 1 pulled muscle and 2 scratches on my fingers) to get all those hooks done up.
The condition was he had to wear it without any complaints for a minimum of 30 minutes.
I loved the crab and shrimp I had that night.