Nora Ephron’s writing is incredible. It’s kind of just a jumble of paragraphs about past memories and just random stuff. I like it. And as someone who is not incredibly bustful I can relate to her story. I have always been jealous of certain types of shirts, or dresses, and other clothing items that my sisters or friends, or just random women on the street can wear. I don’t think the piece was supposed to be particularly amusing but I found it very comical just thinking about her breast size being more of a difficult life experience then getting your period. I think I liked it so much because I did go through so many of the same experiences, minus the whole 1950’s thing. I am a tomboy who at times have wanted to be girly and be able to wear whatever I want and have been angry at the women who complain to me about having medium sized breasts saying how terrible it is. It’s hard when men will actually say that they wish that you had bigger breasts. Granted I have never thought about my situation as deeply as Ephron, however I feel like if I were to write something about my breasts it would turn out quite similar to this piece. I loved it, I don’t know why. I thought it was great for a woman to just come out and write about her body so bluntly. After reading this I want to research her and find some more things she has written, which is not something I say often after reading an assigned piece of reading.