Why do so many stories describe women with a bra size?
It is a personal pet peeve of mine. I've never looked at a woman and thought "She is an X." (where X is a bra size) Sure, I see the breasts. On the rare occasion I might even need to remind myself to keep my eyes on her face. But... I'd never think in bra sizes.
Thinking of breasts as "Small", "Average", "Medium", "Large", "Huge", or even "Enormous" is realistic... but a bra size? Never! Am I the odd one here?