09/11: Knickers Full of Grace
Sorry, I'm such an awful blogger. I'm using uni as my excuse although I realise how thin that is wearing.
Anyway, having read a recent post about pants, I thought I'd pollute your thoughts with my musings on these most personal pieces of attire.
It's always a concern when dressing, in preparation for a night out, whether to wear the comfortable, old frayed ones or, in expectation, to go for the not-so-comfortable, sexy ones you purchased for that special night that turns into an exploration of them. I know I've spent ages over this quandary in the past. Actually, this morning, I 'um-ed' and 'ah-ed' over which pants to wear, knowing I'd be sitting on them for a lot of the time and no-one was likely to see them. Who am I kidding...no-one was going to see them! I opted for the comfort option.
Now I find myself sitting here, thinking about what knickers are gathered around me. Given that I'm at uni, surrounded by a majority of young people, a few male pairs are on display, showing a desire for patterns featuring an interesting variety of shades of pink. I have no problem with pink, in fact I quite like it, but it seems a young bullish lad in low slung jeans, trying to prove his manliness, would possibly be better served in a more macho colour. Perhaps I'm wrong. Perhaps the whole gender-colour issue has been buried in the trash of yesterdays foibles. I'd like to think so.
Moving on to female pants, always a joyous moment, I prefer the style that is called 'boypants' by the cognoscenti. I have a firm abhorrence for thongs; I find them ugly and can never quite get over the thought that they are splitting the ass cheeks and rubbing where they shouldn't. I have to admit to liking the VPL apparent on a tight pair of jeans which the detested thong removes. I find it odd that people like the flossy things. I see no use or desire in them.
And I like lace. Very much.
I'm off to class now and will continue to think about pants. It's a more exciting subject than Information Science!
Anyway, having read a recent post about pants, I thought I'd pollute your thoughts with my musings on these most personal pieces of attire.
It's always a concern when dressing, in preparation for a night out, whether to wear the comfortable, old frayed ones or, in expectation, to go for the not-so-comfortable, sexy ones you purchased for that special night that turns into an exploration of them. I know I've spent ages over this quandary in the past. Actually, this morning, I 'um-ed' and 'ah-ed' over which pants to wear, knowing I'd be sitting on them for a lot of the time and no-one was likely to see them. Who am I kidding...no-one was going to see them! I opted for the comfort option.
Now I find myself sitting here, thinking about what knickers are gathered around me. Given that I'm at uni, surrounded by a majority of young people, a few male pairs are on display, showing a desire for patterns featuring an interesting variety of shades of pink. I have no problem with pink, in fact I quite like it, but it seems a young bullish lad in low slung jeans, trying to prove his manliness, would possibly be better served in a more macho colour. Perhaps I'm wrong. Perhaps the whole gender-colour issue has been buried in the trash of yesterdays foibles. I'd like to think so.
Moving on to female pants, always a joyous moment, I prefer the style that is called 'boypants' by the cognoscenti. I have a firm abhorrence for thongs; I find them ugly and can never quite get over the thought that they are splitting the ass cheeks and rubbing where they shouldn't. I have to admit to liking the VPL apparent on a tight pair of jeans which the detested thong removes. I find it odd that people like the flossy things. I see no use or desire in them.
And I like lace. Very much.
I'm off to class now and will continue to think about pants. It's a more exciting subject than Information Science!