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Yeah, yeah, I know. Click bait.

However, it’s a topic that’s been on my mind of late. Why, you ask? Well, a couple of reasons.

  1. The latest delivery person to my house was a lovely woman with white gold hair wearing a trapeze style dress (a la 60s). When she stood at the door the sun was behind and almost “through” her. I don’t think the woman was wearing any foundation garments (don’t you just love that expression? Foundation garments. As if everything held up or in is part of your foundation.)
  2. I recently read an article about the Duchess of Cambridge experiencing a wardrobe malfunction during the 2014 Royal Tour of New Zealand and Australia. The rotors of a helicopter created a breeze that blew up her skirt and revealed her bare derriere. A German tabloid dutifully published it.

I don’t care what people wear or don’t wear. Not my problem. Not my business. However, I do internalize and personalize a lot of things I see and I immediately put myself in their position.

I can’t go without wearing underwear. I just can’t.

There are a lot of surfaces my derriere could come in contact with out in public that I don’t  WANT my bare derriere to come in contact with.

I don’t have a clue – not even a tiny, itsy bitty clue – how women can go without underwear.

Remember the old adage: You should never go braless if you can hold a pencil beneath your breast. Well, as I’ve said before, I can hold a stapler. A heavy stapler and maybe a bottle of Diet Coke under the other one.

 

And what’s with the new panty design of animals on the derriere?

Hi, I’m Karen and I’m a Certifiable, Card Carrying Southern Belle. (We don’t do bare butts.)

What do YOU think?