Moving up into double digits!
I hope you all have been donating. You use the little button over there on the right, that also shows where we’re at in terms of getting to our goal. Remember today is the last day of SSA week, so it’s make it or break it time!
Also, I am still prepared to take requests. So you’ve donated, and there’s something you’d like to hear my thoughts on, don’t hesitate to let me know!
So long as we’re on the subject of words I totally, completely hate, like “junkie” and “prostituted women”, there’s one that never fails to totally creep me out: “panties”.
It hits this wonderful, perfect storm of ickiness by being simultaneously infantilizing AND sexually objectifying. Truly a rare achievement in terms of creepy words.
They are underwear. Can we all just accept that by now? Underwear. Undies, if you must, but please, please not “panties”.
Without a doubt THE most uncomfortable shopping experience of my entire life was my first time buying girl underwear. I was still boymode at the time. But, see, I needed underwear (at least bras) in order to start part-timing, let alone go full-time. You can’t really tuck with boy underwear, since they’re specifically designed to provide some room in that particular area. I no longer needed the room (I sometimes like to say everything became “fun size”), I no longer had any gametes that needed temperature management, and I was frankly getting sick of boy underwear anyway. They made me feel gross and decidedly NOT feminine.
But I was not yet full-time.
I went with a friend of mine, with the understanding that if things got weird, we’d pretend that we were dating. I sort of needed her help anyway, since I had pretty much NO idea what I was doing, and bra-shopping to someone who’s never done it before feels a bit like conducting brain surgery in the cabin of an experimental rocket with only a greek instruction manual for reference. I knew my sizes, more or less, after buying a tape measure and consulting Ye Olde Internet, but translating that into an actual lycra-spandex reality was a different matter entirely.
However, we ended up picking EXACTLY the wrong store. La Senza. One of those women’s underwear specialty shops like Victoria’s Secret, but this one was specifically geared for a younger (teenage and college-age) demographic. They were having a pretty great sale, though. Which is important to take advantage of when you’re trying to build an entire wardrobe from scratch with an extremely limited budget.
What was horrible, though, was that the store made very, very liberal use of the word “panties”. BUY THREE PAIRS OF PANTIES FOR $25!!! SILK PANTIES TWO FOR ONE!!! DESIGNER PANTIES!!! LOOK AT THESE PANTIES OVER HERE!!! PANTIES! PANTIES!! PANTIES!!!
Making matters worse was that in order to find the correct size, you had to look through drawers underneath the display items.
So there I was, someone who LOOKED like a 20-something man (albeit at this point a very androgynous 20-something man), in a store full of teenage girls, pawing through drawers full of “panties”.
They couldn’t possibly have made me feel more like a “sick” “pervert” even if that were the sole purpose of the store’s existence.
In retrospect, I should have just gone to Sears.
Sears just sells underwear.