You once wrote about the largest commercially available bra size. [The largest that could be found on store shelves was 48DD, while the largest found in a catalog was 52E.] If you were correct then, you need to update the answer now. I wear a 48H. It is off the rack and not the largest size that was available at the shop–that was a 52I, if I recall. The last Sears catalog I saw had a 52G, and I once bought a 46II from them. When I first bought bras the largest I could find was an F cup, but that was back when I was a 36F so I did not mind.
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topics, such as the effect of atmospheric drag on dropped versus falling bullets. You can see what he zeroed in on. But what the hell, this is a poorly understood issue, and while it’s not in the same league as mapping the human genome, at the Straight Dope we strive to serve the whole man.
First we need to deal with the philosophical issues. What, really, do we mean when we say “size”? For that matter, what about “largest,” “commercially available,” and “the”? When we speak of the largest size, are we strictly concerned, as Aquinas says, with “the measurement across the fullest part of the bust”? Or are we just talking about really big hooters, and damn the total circumference?
The definitive answer to this question still eludes us. “I’m still waiting for a couple of tent and awning stores to call back,” Doug said wanly. Don’t be too hard on him. He did the best he could.
