Today’s Times carries a hilarious column about the benefits of big pants.
If nothing else, you have to give Caitlin Moran credit for working Time Team into a homage to large knickers:
Pencil skirts, skin-tight jeans and leggings – they all allow us to witness an exact outline of the wearer’s pants; rather like “Geo-Phys” print-out on Time Team, but for undies.
How can 52 per cent of the population expect to win the War on Terror, if it can’t even sit down without wincing?
Moran says this is “a symptom of women’s continuing, demented belief that, at any moment, they might face some snap inspection of their ‘total hotness’, and have to reveal their underwear to a baying crowd, possibly featuring George Clooney”:
On those kind of odds, you might just as well be keeping a backgammon board down there, to entertain a group of elderly ladies in the event of emergencies.
Go, read and be amused. I reluctantly point out that Moran and the subs that edited this column could do with consulting a Feminism 101. Note: not only did bra-burning not happen, it was not happening in the second wave not the first wave.
Of course, the impracticality of many knickers is not exactly a new topic. Also check out Blog Fabulous for Tracee’s description of why she now wears men’s underwear and also the Feminist Underwear Appreciation Society blog, although it unfortunately only features two posts.