Imagine: you're walking along a dark alley way, suspecting nothing. You hadn't seen the news, you hadn't spoken to anyone, or been on the internet over the past few hours. You keep walking, and stop dead in your tracks, feeling a slight tightness in your chest. What was slight is now a searing pain, slicing deep into your skin, blood pouring down your body. Soon you can't breathe, your lungs have collapsed from the pressure. You get dizzy, and soon you're on the ground in a pool of your own blood.
That was the day the bras took over.
