Every time Dr. B mentions a corset, two images flash into my mind. The first is of Scarlet O'Hara clinging to a bedpost while Mammy pulls tight on the strings to make her waist as small as possible. Scarlet is gasping for breath but all this is clearly necessary if she is going to catch a husband. The other is a scene from one of the Little House on the Prairie books. Ma and Laura have been sewing a dress for Mary, the oldest daughter, but when Mary puts the dress on, it doesn't fit. The buttons are popping. They figure out the problem. Mary's corset strings have stretched. So Mary hangs onto the bedpost while they pull the strings, pulling the whale bones in to crunch her ribs, until she is thin enough to fit the very stylish new dress.
Since there is nothing sexy about these images, it's clear that I am just not up to date on this whole corset thing.
Maybe I need to buy lingerie more often.