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.
we're the opposite. i'm an old hippie into polar fleece, sweats, jeans, ... my wife is into lingerie. so i suspect this is not entirely a gender split.
and, in our bit of the universe, ditching one's partner's clothes, especially long-loved sweats, would be a serious personal violation.
Posted by: Randy Bush | February 09, 2006 at 08:14 AM
Oh what does it matter? I'd rather see it on the floor than on any woman anyway...
Posted by: Rick | February 09, 2006 at 11:29 AM
Been married 20+ years. A lot of the classically sexy underwear doesn't work for my wife any more - she feels silly, doesn't really fit. My feeling is, if she likes what she's wearing, it's sexy to me. If it actually objectively is, so much the better, but its the person inside who counts. Will tell you one funny story I heard years ago -- woman who moved to Maine, looking for sexy lingerie that worked in a chilly house. 'you want a teddy...with feet', the clerk observed. 'exactly', she replied.
Posted by: bill | February 12, 2006 at 05:32 PM