Who’s Not Wearing Underwear? Victoria’s Not-So-Secret1comment
We were out at a bar and I had just taken a sip of my drink…which turned into a gulp.
“How do you know?” I asked. “She’s sitting across from me and she uncrossed her legs. It was like Basic Instinct. I couldn’t not see it.”
Not to go all Carrie Bradshaw on you, but later that day (night?) I got to thinking: Is it really that common for women to go around without underwear? I mean, we’re talking about a crowded, social situation. I’m not talking about going au naturale underneath your pajama pants. I’m talking about wearing a short skirt in a nightclub. I really don’t want to know what your bathing suit area grooming situation is.
It’s no secret that women’s undergarments have gotten smaller over the years. We’re no longer wearing bloomers that come down to, or past, our knees. We have options. We can have as little or as much coverage as we choose. And, I guess, we can choose no coverage at all. I suppose that I’m probably more modest than most. I’m a firm believer in keeping my bits and pieces covered. Sassy underwear is one thing; no underwear is a horse of a different color. It’s not really about modesty. It’s not about girl on girl hate. It’s not about sexism. Let’s be honest: with the exception of Scottish highlanders, most men would be arrested for flashing their private areas in public. So why do women think that it’s okay to do it?
I understand the desire to be sexy. We’re taught that sexy is a good thing. We’re supposed to use our feminine wiles to influence situations. We learn that flirting can get you where you want to be. It’s not that femininity and sexiness are bad things. They’re not. It’s just that there is, nay there has to be, a fine line between sexiness and skankiness. My guy wasn’t looking at little Miss Commando because she was so sexy he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. There was nothing subtle about her.
We have a running gag in our house. Our dog is quite fond of sleeping on the big bed. He especially enjoys sleeping between his parents. My fiancé and I joke that a real risk of sleeping our bed is rolling over in the middle of the night and then: WHACK! Pug butt. It’s unavoidable. You don’t want it, but suddenly, there it is. Do women really want to be like that? It’s not sexy. It’s kind of a joke. The night cumulated, as most things do, in a conversation with my sister.
“When did women stop wearing panties? I asked her. “When did that become okay?”
“I don’t know,” she replied. “Ask Britney.”
There you have it. As much as I enjoy Britney Spears, she should not be the touchstone for our society, either in music or fashion. Panties: for you and those around you. You remain hygienic and no one needs to avert their eyes. Everyone wins.