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Wednesday September 13th - Thong pressure
Between Pamie's journal entry on the subject and a recent news article about a principal banning them from his high school, I've been feeling a lot of pressure to give thong underwear another try. I don't know why; I usually don't wear clothing that shows panty lines, so it really doesn't matter all that much.
Maybe it has to do with the fact that Hanes Her Way changed the cut of their bikini underwear a year or so ago. I was devastated, I tell you. Their old cut was the first underwear I'd ever owned that did not immediately gravitate into the crack of my ass. A college roommate turned me onto them, and I felt liberated. Before those, I just wore cutesy ruffled satin panties which looked good but were a) too hot and b) too likely to wedge themselves where they weren't wanted. The cotton bikinis from Hanes were a stay-put blessing.
Anyhow, I'm quickly running out of this old style of Hanes and the new ones drive me nuts and have me backing against walls or corners to adjust, adjust, adjust. And I begin thinking - maybe I should just buy the thongs, learn to love the wedgie, and be done with the whole ordeal.
Oh, I could try another brand of cotton undies, but each time it's an investment in a package of at least 3 pairs (6 if you buy at Costco). Victoria's Secret is pricey AND they don't carry bikini underwear above a 7 - no, they only have size 8 in the hi-cut (which translates into instant wedgie) and the "modern brief" which look pretty cool (they look like hot pants) and are probably wedgie-proof, but they're even MORE expensive and they look too hot. I really don't want a lot of fabric under my clothes, covering my ass.
Which brings up another question: why not go au naturel? I do, occasionally, although there's that fear of traffic accidents, thin clothing or, in the case of skirts, a sharp breeze. And rape, let's not forget rape. My sister, in her hippie days in the mountains of Spain, justified her "knickers" (remember, everything is British English over there) by pointing out it allowed her to do a LOT less laundry. It was easier for her to wash out her knickers than it was to wash her corduroys.
So, I consider the thong. I consider the training it would take to get used to them, the bare-ass feeling, the naughty feeling Pamie talks about. And I think to myself, I still have a lot of underwear left. Maybe I should write a letter to Hanes. Anything but buckling to the societal pressure to strap myself into a thong.

So, I finally got something approaching a photo gallery of Burning Man pictures up. Enjoy!
Exercise log:
Yoga class, which I skipped out of 15 minutes early to do 17 minutes on that elliptical machine. Argh - I need to keep up with this, or it just gets too hard to do!
Writing log:
I think I need to take photoshop off my computer if I ever want to write again!
I'm currently reading:
Children of the Wind by Kate Wilhelm
Woman: An Intimate Geography by Natalie Angier

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