Modesty prevents me from showing the top half of Agent Provocateur's Bunny getup, as pictured online at that store's site. Did I buy it? No comment. Would I wear it? No comment. Would it itch? I think we all know the answer to that one.
In my newspaper column today, I discussed how attitudes toward underwear differ by gender. You want to be comfortable. This urge leads to holey green sweatpants. One day they disappear. You look everywhere. They are not in the laundry. They are not in your underwear drawer with your less holey black sweatpants. You ask your husband if he has seen them. He says no. He is a bad liar. Your green sweatpants sleep with the fishes.
Your husband confesses he would rather see you wearing lingerie more along the lines of, say, the Fifi plunge bra and thong set (as pictured here).
"I miss my sweatpants," you say.
"I haven't seen them," he says.