Underwear, part II
A few years back, I kept a debate blog before those existed. No, really. At that time, I was deeply impressed by columnists, all columnists, and wanted to be just like them. Thus, a blog. Although I didn’t call it that. I parked a journal at diaryland.com, called it ‘annaweekly’ and went about my business. I am not sure if anyone other than my friend Debbie enjoyed it (I am going to assume she did, because she kept telling me to update. And she had to tell me – the name ought to have been anna-about-once-every-thee-months) but I enjoyed having it, and when I abandoned diaryland in early 2003, I took my rants to the real world. Besides, my infatuation with columnists was over, and a realistic view of my own writing abilities had been established.
But I had something. At one time or another in 2001 (at the tender age of eighteen), I wrote an entry called “And what if I don’t want a thong?” about the underwear fashion at the time. It was, to put it lightly, a horrendous experience to try and find undergarments in those days. Hours and hours spent hunting for something in between old-lady-pants and porn thongs. So I ranted, and no one listened.
But today I would like to do the opposite. I would like to say Thank you! undergarment industry. Thank you for making boy shorts trendy. Thank you for realizing that although some people like thongs, not everyone do. Thank you for realizing that discreet can be sexy, that sexy in itself isn’t a requirement, and that pr0ny texts are not needed for panties to be wearable. Today, I can go into a store and find everything the porniest red lace to the most grandmotherlike beige cotton, and everything in between (like green cotton boy shorts with black stripes), and it makes me a happy camper. Such a little thing, it might seem, but it makes my world a happier place to be in.
