I went shopping yesterday. I was just debating over the twenty items that I had tried on when a woman came into the changing room (it was one of those communal thingies). On the outside she looked more than smart but as she got down to the last layer it became apparent that she did not worship at the altar of respectable underwear.
The revolting black bra looked as if it had been chewed by the cat, the hamster, and the budgie and was only marginally better than the knickers that had turned from original white to washing machine baggy bummed yurk.
I am not given to staring at womens underwear in public but my mother is responsible for my OCD about underwear. Her rules were simple...
a) Underwear should match.
b) It should not contain safety pins - ever.
c) Jeans and t-shirt are not an excuse to dress down underneath.
d) Clean knickers are essential - you may get run over by a bus (I spent a lot of my youth looking out for rogue buses).
So, I am holding the hope that women still want to look like women underneath....
...until the day that I find someone to share these with...
pee ess - the rules apply to men as well. Don't think you can get away with those revolting items just because they are comfortable!
Oh, and in case you were wondering I was buying more underwear!