Zoe Kurland

And then she had the gall to claim that she had actually created the bra worn by Julia Roberts in the movie herself.

Totally false, of course.

My dad defended his honor to the LA Times, the Wall Street Journal.

No, that's never funny.

When someone tries to steal your thunder, that's not funny.

I don't find that funny.

After the movie, there was a push-up bra wave that took over the world.

My dad shouldn't get all the credit for that, but it seems safe to say that he and that highly engineered Frankenbra were part of the upswing, which lasted through the mid-10s, when boobs gave way to butts for a time.

It was around that time, the peak of the boob era, perhaps, that mine finally arrived.

It must be said that they are the most average breasts in the world.

Ever since they showed up, I've felt completely ambivalent about them.

They can be paraded out like party balloons or put away like socks in a drawer.

They're malleable pieces of equipment, and they're not quite a part of me.

And I've never invested much in bras.

For the last few years, I've seen them as a sort of blight on the bust, a sometimes necessary evil.

But as Erin Brockovich resurfaces in my life, I'm starting to reconsider that opinion.

Everything worked because that character was created from underneath to feature what was on top.

The character was created underneath.

I love that.

The character was created from underneath.