I love new underwear.
I always go digging through my underwear drawer (which is stocked full, by the way) for the newest most comfortable pair. And then whenever I get new undies, I can finally ditch some older less favourable ones.
Which got me to thinking.
Why must we have a hierarchy of undies?
There's always a set of favs, followed by some special occasions, followed by some uncomfortable but practical, followed by period/sleeping underwear, followed by sexy but useless.
I think we need an #OccupyUndies movement. Forget the 1%.
Now. I also think, in an ideal (first) world, we'd all have only the "favs" category - nothing else. I'm a youthful, successful, independent woman. Why should I ever have to settle for less than the perfect underwear?
However. Say I were to go out and replace my whole undie wardrobe with an entirely new set of favs... Then they'd all decay at the same pace and I'd end up with an entire wardrobe of gross old underwear all at the same time.
Plus, I'd never be able to make an informed choice based on the purpose of my undies for that particular day. There'd be no option. No decision-making process.
I'd basically be a communist.
Plus, we all know I'd eventually start unconsciously designating certain underwear for certain purposes (period vs sex, for example). I'd inevitably end up with various categories anyway.
It all seems unavoidable.
Unless I stop wearing underwear altogether. Like Carm. Seems like I have a lot to learn from her.