It now days gone by since we used to be
bombarded by the various “string” based female under wear. I don’t know about
you but anyone who travelled in a commuter taxi aka matatu round that time
would be treated to at least one almost bare split bottom preview.
It simply defied the whole idea of underwear.
But lately these scenes are long gone and I was grateful until a thought occurred
to me. “Where did they all go?” Only one word comes to mind COMMANDO!!. Shivers
right?
I began to think to myself where all this
underwear business came from. Who said we had to wear anything under there? Who
wrote that is was a must? Even with such flimsy knotted contraptions in the
market masquerading as undergarments people still endeavour to put something on
under all the trendy clothes. Why I asked.
Could it be that deep down somewhere in the
inside of us we know that certain things are meant to be kept away from public
view? That somehow revealing our nether regions to all and sundry is not right?
Even those that throw clothes to the wind literally have communes where they
can go and be, you know, all natural.
On the beaches of more liberal cities the “place
of ‘happiness’ “ is covered though the mobile baby feeder is all out there and
the Gluteus Maximus goes bare so to speak.
Well these are all questions I have. I am not
sure I have an answer. From the great big full length Victorian undergarments
to victoria and her secrets we still endeavour to wear something down there
even in these liberal times.
I guess there is still something worth keeping
private. I wonder where we are headed to next.
Other random thoughts
The tightness of outfits especially ladies
trouser threatens the future of underpants.
French underpants to the rescue.
Lace is a good option.
