The ginormous man dressed like a girl who was attempting to emphasize with me going through menopause was humiliating for me. No dude pretending as a woman will ever comprehend the 6 years of menopause, I had to painfully and humiliating endure. F*cking ridiculous. In 1972, when I was in the first grade, I wanted to be on the open road, driving a green Gremlin (car), with a Saint Bernard named George in the front seat and a pet Monkey named Eddie in the back seat. Did I get a driver's license at the ripe age of 5? Hell no. Last week, I went in to Torrid to buy two BRAs. The Linebacker with a penis, wearing a head band and blue nail polish, also wearing A bra... then tried to tell me how hard it was for He/She to get a bra to fit due to HIS broad shoulders. Well when one who was born a dude with a working penis and grows to be approximately 6 feet 4 inches tall... That dude has no business wearing a woman's bra from a woman's plus size store called TORRID. Go become a Drag Queen then. Bitch and moan to your fellow Queens about your annoyances. You picked the wrong chick to complain to. read more