The God Of Panties

There, that’s going to lure a stream of fetishists. Whatever.

What it is, is the most popular, ever, post on this blog, attracting readership over a span of eight solid years, was my tirade and jeremiad about the Betrayal Of Beaucoup Butts committed by Victoria’s Secret in the late oughts. Once upon a time, I could buy the perfect pair of underbritches for five bucks a pop in bulk. I wore them year in and year out. They hit me right where you want an undergarment to hit, at the elusive (you can feel it though no one else can exactly point to it) “natural waist,” they didn’t grab my crotch like a sleazy old perv on a packed subway car, they didn’t crawl into my crack. They were perfect. And of course, when you find that one perfect shoe or bra or pair of underwear, they stop making it.

Worse, they effed with it. They brought it back, but with a stringy elastic that sawed at your upper buns. Then with an even stringier one that fell barely above your bush. Unless you pulled it up tight so that you had anal floss, plus bush escaping from the leg elastic. Sorry, but these are the realities of underwear.

Those of us for whom nothing else would do were reduced to horrible granny panties, or scanty goose-me’s that only look or feel good on anorexic adolescents. We wore our Victoria’s Rios until they shredded.

And no one else in the vast underwear market — count the women in the United States, multiply by a decent number of britches to keep in the drawer, subtract a few hardcore nature types who want a breeze blowing round their privates (cf. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire — prize to anyone who finds the reference) — no one else in that market had the focus to relieve what was clearly a nationwide experience of desperation. Look at the damn comments on that post.

No one, till now.

I have Frank to thank. Late in May, he burst upon this blog with a revelation.

Of all things, American Eagle Outfitters — which I haven’t frequented since buying a pair of cork sandals twenty years ago; I mean, they make jeans, I don’t wear jeans — or at least their girly spinoff, Aeriefinally mammyjamming figured it out.

I hesitated a bit, you know, will the size work, is this for real, and most of all how do I figure out the discount thingy on the website?, but… yesterday I extracted my first pair of Aeries from the plastic packaging and put them on.

Light broke through a gap in the eastern clouds. A distant chorale sounded. There was a release of pigeons, and a soft breeze conveyed the scent of lemon blossom into the room. Confetti fell in drifting spirals around my head.

My ass said, “We are home.”

The headlines make me bang my head rhythmically on rigid surfaces,  and the heat index today was 107 in DC, but for the first time in years, my ass was happy. Trust me. If your ass ain’t happy, ain’t no part of you happy.

Some of the other correspondents had a gripe or two — the waistband creased in the wash, there was Spandex — but the ass does not lie.

Frank, you are the God Of Panties, and I salute your contribution. You don’t even have to model them.

I ordered ten more pairs.


6 thoughts on “The God Of Panties

  1. Hehe. I am DONE with Vicky’s. Their panties are all terrible now; there is not one style I like currently. And their bras? Pffft. The quality sucks. The last one I bought is literally too uncomfortable to wear… the underwire stabs and pinches. I don’t get it, since nothing sticks out, but it is so. Plus they aren’t cheap. Since I spend less and less there (one of my daughters on my account still spends a bit), my card keeps getting downgraded to an uglier one… soon they’ll send me one made of grey cardboard, I’m sure. I returned to Olga panties, but they’re “grannier” than I remember and I don’t really like them. I’ll check out these Aeries when I need a new batch. I also will need a new bra soon…

    • I’ve never had any use for their bras; too much emphasis on “making the merchandise look good” and none at all on comfort. I mean, I never owned one, you can just tell handling the thing in the shop.

      I live in sport bras myself, and there seems no reason to do anything else. Once in a blue moon I put on a dress that calls for something engineered — it’s been five years — but I work and work out in pullover racerbacks that squash things a little so you don’t bop every passing cabinet door or stack cable with your boob. There’s a great site called HerRoom that sold me a whack of Champion bras with wide bands and straps and nothing pokey anywhere.
      (there’s also “Infinity Shape” which is a little squeezier).

      The UnderArmour ones are good too, but kind of plasticky feeling. But whatever bra type you like they do have you covered.

  2. M and S make some of the best smallclothes around, as I found when I was engaged to a Londoner for about five minutes. The actual cotton is so much better quality than sold in the States. Just not to be found in American stores. I reckon there is maybe Amazon UK? Fruit of the Loom comes close with “hi cuts,” but there’s still nothing like that gap of NO panty cloth at the point of the hip, or the inch wide band..

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