Let us say a few words in her honor. First, let us revisit how she got her name. As she so eloquently explained it here in her first post.
I actually had a boss who called me "D Cup" back in the mid-nineties. This was after the whole country buzzed about sexual harrassment (hell, we couldn't even decide if it was pronounced 'hair-ess-mint' or ha-rass-mint') during the Clarence Thomas confirmation hearings. Obviously, the whole affair sailed by my boss Bill R.. Anyway, he called me "D Cup" right to my face (though his eyes may have been elsewhere) and I remember being quite stunned at this pronouncement. How could he tell? Do they teach boys how to size up chicks wearing full office suit attire and industrial strength, underwire bras?So that's how she got her name and her start. It was my attempt to push back, to make fun of the way women are treated, be they large or small of breast.
Today I rechristen myself by that name which was once used to belittle me. I take this moniker with pride because I realize that this is an essential part of who I am. These hooters have given nourishment and pleasure. They've bounced and swung, jiggled and juiced. They've been suckled by men and babies alike. And hang it all, I hope to live with them as pillows, playthings, and distractions for many years to come.
And it worked for me.
So why change? Well something you might not have noticed is that the moniker DCup was offensive or negatively provocative to some people. I'd like to say "some people" with a roll of the eyes and that knowing smirk, but maybe that's not fair.
Rarely would someone say something about the name DCup on PoliTits or Un-Glued, but when I was out commenting on other sites, I would occasionally get crap from other commenters. I didn't like it, but I understood it. Some of you might remember last spring when I went through an identity crisis and changed my name several times. I really considered using my own name then, but with all the other things going on, I wasn't prepared to be completely out there with my identity.
Looking back, I was doing a poor job of staying anonymous anyway, but that's neither here nor there now. Recently, I'd been considering changing things up, including my name and consulted with MathMan, The Spawn and some of my friends. They were all supportive of the idea. What finally pushed me over the edge, though, were some more negative responses to the name. I decided I'd had enough.
The funny thing is that the negative response that most irritated me, came from another woman. In what she probably considered a trivial swipe, she noted her dislike of my name in comments at another blog. "DCup isn't the only one with large breasts," she said. Ouch. I didn't like that. Was that what I appeared to imply? I decided that enough was enough.
Confirmation like a bookend to my decision to change came from a sanctimonious prig, again in the comments somewhere else. In one of the most sexist and digusting comments I've ever encountered, the writer addressed me by my moniker DCup and added (sheesh) after it. I laughed when I read it because I'd already changed my name, but felt, too, that I had done the right thing.
Now if someone wants to address me, they can do so on the merits of my words, my thoughts, my actions in the blogosphere. A name like Lisa leaves them little to attack as a persona. It's a dead common name and implies nothing more than the fact that I am one of oh so many of us born between the late 1950s and 1980. It may date me, but it doesn't imply that I think one thing or another about myself or anyone else.
So there is the answer. And PoliTits? Well, that blog was a labor of love and I'll miss it, too. But I have hopes of being a published writer and I wonder how hard it would be to get some venues to take me seriously with the name 'Tits in all my writing. I don't want to be shunted off into a narrow writing segment at this point.
So let us all wish for DCup a peaceful rest where she, too, can just be herself.