I just finished a romance novel in which our hero goes to undress our heroine for a little morning nookie and finds her in sexy red lingerie. She says, “I was too tired to take it off last night”
Excuse me, what now? Too tired? Too tired to take off your bra? Unbelievable, totally unrealistic, fake news. Everyone knows the first thing you do when you get home is take. Off. Your. Bra. I don’t care if you climbed to the top of Machu Picchu and back down or you gave birth to and raised 12 children in one day, you’re sick, you’re tired, you died and came back to life, you take off your bra.