This story will not alter that statistic.
I have, occasionally, felt that there might be some other vocational opportunity in the world for which I might be better suited.
Once a month we sell our plants in a shopping centre which includes a hairdressing salon. The proprietor, a man only slightly younger than me (I suspect however we might be separated by a slightly larger margin in the area of sexual proclivity) spends his entire day happily fondling women who appear to be equally happy and indeed pay money to be fondled, brushed, blow-dried, and coiffured by him.
I derive some satisfaction from keeping abreast of entrepreneurial trends, and accordingly have found a niche research opportunity to create an innovative product, and maybe start a whole new career.
Richard Branson and others are proposing space tourism for ordinary people.
For simple, ordinary folk like you and me who might just happen to have a spare half million dollars stashed under the mattress.
The brassiere, is a perfectly stylish, functional, albeit occasionally annoying and obstructive garment in Earth's normal gravity field.
It will however require radical re-design to maintain optimum restraint, lift and separation in the conditions of weightlessness in space, and the extreme forces associated with re-entry to the Earth's atmosphere.
Some flimsy little piece of embroidered silk will be equivalent to a little boy trying to do a grown man's job.
Once again I am looking for volunteers.
Ladies, you responded poorly to my last request to test the centrifugal birthing apparatus. Admittedly some of you were able to use the excuse that you were not in the final trimester of pregnancy at the time. Now however, I can see that you are all eminently qualified to participate, and I am planning to offer the additional and irresistible bribe of a free scenic jet flight.
I have written to Qantas asking them, in the interests of science, to donate a Boeing 747 to fill up with me (fully attired) and my 300 volunteer models-of-all-cup-sizes (dressed only in foundation garments) for a series of high altitude zero gravity loops so that I might get a more empirical
eyefull idea of the biomechanical design challenges confronting me.
The possibility of some sort of fashion designing career should have been made known to me at a much younger age.
My vocational guidance teachers at school only ever gave me 4 options;
Never, not even once, were the words "Intimate Apparel" whispered into my young earholes as a possible career choice.
I could now have been basking in International glory surrounded by my models on the catwalks of Paris, instead of languishing in abject mediocrity in the Australian wilderness.
I have been short changed in this life.
My 40DD career potential emasculated by the 32A social constraints inflicted upon my generation.