Not a subject on which I often dwell, but I recently posted on NT about the teenage panty trade in Tokyo. Then today I was doing laundry for
choiceful and I, which led to some pondering on the differences between what she and I think underpants are.
Now, I see underwear as a device for support, protection, and warmth. I have sexy underwear that's silk and tiger-striped, but it still consists of a good square foot or two of material. You gotta keep out the breeze.
Her idea of proper undergarments is some sort of glorified ribbon that looks like it was designed by an engineer who's never felt a breeze and thinks that lace adds structural support. (When you're reinforcing dental floss, maybe it does). I shudder to think of evaluating these pathetic scraps of fabric in dollars per square inch, or per insulative R-factor.
If we metaphorically consider our underwear as buildings, mine would be three-story and brick, and hers would be a tensegrity tower. If they were structures built by bugs, mine would be a termite hill and hers a spiderweb. If they were methods of getting into space, mine would be the Saturn V, hers the space elevator.
Am I complaining? Hell no! God bless our balmy California summers, and viva la difference!
Note: All comments on this entry must be titled "Amen!".
Now, I see underwear as a device for support, protection, and warmth. I have sexy underwear that's silk and tiger-striped, but it still consists of a good square foot or two of material. You gotta keep out the breeze.
Her idea of proper undergarments is some sort of glorified ribbon that looks like it was designed by an engineer who's never felt a breeze and thinks that lace adds structural support. (When you're reinforcing dental floss, maybe it does). I shudder to think of evaluating these pathetic scraps of fabric in dollars per square inch, or per insulative R-factor.
If we metaphorically consider our underwear as buildings, mine would be three-story and brick, and hers would be a tensegrity tower. If they were structures built by bugs, mine would be a termite hill and hers a spiderweb. If they were methods of getting into space, mine would be the Saturn V, hers the space elevator.
Am I complaining? Hell no! God bless our balmy California summers, and viva la difference!
Note: All comments on this entry must be titled "Amen!".
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Comments
1 - any silky material, in my experience, will slip, slide, and bunch into the nearest cavity given the slightest provocation. when the width of the material is wider than the width of the cavity it's inhabiting, this causes wrinkles... which chafe, and are generally uncomfortable.
2 - in most cases, thongs aren't uncomfortable any more than say, spandex pants or pantyhose are uncomfortable. There's something up against your skin. It takes a day or two to get used to it. Then you're used to it. It's entirely different than a wedgie.
3 - now, this seems to be a gender difference... so I may look into it more... But the idea of underpants, IMHO, is not to protect the WEARER, but to protect the other garments from anything that may... be present where the underwear is. It is easier to wash a piece of cotton the size of a hankie than an entire pair of jeans. surprisingly, I found that thongs, rather than being completely ineffective in this regard, were actually incredibly efficient, in a "number of wearings per laundry load" way.
OTOH, I can't defend lace, leather, rubber, or any of the other fun things that ladies panties are often made of. They aren't practical, and the only explanation I can think of has something to do with self-esteem and other intangibles. But viva la difference, indeed!
Inquiring minds want to know.
(As an aside, women's underwear isn't built with warmth in mind because, as I'm sure you've probably noticed, all the bits that would be kept warm are, ahem, inside the body.)
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Now bodices, on the other hand, are the best of both worlds. Functional and sexy. What more could you ask for?