Monday, September 6, 2010

Warning: If you find the synonym for "donkey" offensive, don't read this post

The following was published in the September-October 2007 issue of The Flying Walrus, a student newspaper at my alma mater, York University.

Thanks for Covering My Ass
by Ashley Ashbee

My friends call them "granny panties", these torn, flower printed, cotton panties I'm wearing. I call them undies – short for underwear, which, to me, implies that because they are UNDER my clothes, I shouldn’t care about what they look like. And neither should anyone else. My mom gave these undies and some Lego sets to me for my twelfth birthday. My sister got a training bra and Puff Daddy cd, which were apparently the cool things to get for your twelfth birthday. But I didn't care. I didn't have boobs and I hated Puff Daddy.

For me, the rite of passage to my pre-teen years was to graduate to the bags of these undies from the "big kids" section at Zellers, undies my mom wouldn't buy earlier because she said they wouldn't fit. But then I turned twelve. So long Snoopy underwear. Even when it occurred to me that these undies weren’t as cool as I had previously thought, I continued to wear them because they were just so damn comfortable.

I actually wore a pair of these undies to my elementary school graduation, even though my dress had one dangerously high cut slit on each leg. I folded the elastic of each leg of the panties and hoped that it would never show. Unfortunately, one picture from that night reveals pink elastic. I hoped that nobody noticed my underwear, but I didn’t think that anyone would have expected me to wear a thong anyways.

But as I found out when I entered high school, a lot of girls my age wore thongs, hiking them up, and pulling down their low-cut jeans. I, on the other hand, didn’t want anything to do with any kind of underwear you’d find in the Women’s section. So I folded my underwear down and pulled my bulky sweatpants up, a half-assed effort to conceal my ill-fitting, flower-printed, cotton secret. I sometimes think I should have purposely made my undies visible – a sort of protest against the pressure to grow up and show off your ass already. A signal to other girls that it’s okay be comfortable and not care about how firm your ass looks. If my butt could thank me for the loose protection and proper air circulation that only these undies I’m wearing can offer, I’m sure it would. No rashes or infections for me. Just the occasional elastic imprint around my belly.

The years went on and I stopped caring about whether people knew I still wore children’s underwear. It no longer mattered to me if some of the cotton flowers peeked out of my pants. Now, in university, students would probably make fun of anyone who hikes up a thong for the whole world to see. Lately, I have noticed quite a few cotton flowers peeking out of the pants of other students who enjoy complete ass coverage.

Most of the elastic in these undies I’m wearing is gone and there are holes everywhere in the stretched-out fabric. Maybe this is a sign that I have disregarded fashion for long enough. Loose and saggy after nine years of wear, these undies have finally started to fall apart. I know it's time to move on to tightier, skimpier undies, but I just can't seem to throw my favourite "granny panties" away. I refuse to sacrifice the extreme comfort that only my ripped undies can offer in exchange for a seamless bottom and a major wedgie.

Note: I have since purchased new underwear, but I can't say if it's more flattering.

16 comments :

  1. At least it's not old man boxers!!!:)

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  2. I love my granny panties, too! I wear them after a long day when I want to slip into something more comfortable. I didn't start wearing thongs until high-school, but I have never understood the girls who hike their thongs up so that they show out of their pants-- they call it the whale's tail.

    Thanks for checking out my blog! Glad you like the design-- I'm actually a little self-conscious about it b/c it's a template. I wanna re-do it and make it more original.

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  3. I have got to tell you that I still wear granny panties and I'm not ashamed to admit it, lol! I hate thongs; it's definitely comfort over everything else for me - well, unless I have something ''fun'' going on, if you know what I mean . . .

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  4. Gotta say...I don't know what planet these women are from where they have determined that thongs are sexy in any way whatsoever.

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  5. I sit on my arse all day long. Why wouldn't I want to wear something comfortable? You go, girl!

    CD

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  6. Those thongs....I just don't get it. I'l take your philosophy any day!

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  7. Love a girl that is proud to sport granny panties! Boo to thongs that tie women down...yay to freedom and comfort! Love this post.

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  8. This is so funny! I did a post on my underwear awhile back only I was ranting against the granny panties I'd inadvertently purchased.

    I've NEVER left a link in the comments before, but since they are directly connected, I'll risk the wrath of the commenting gods and add it.

    http://missvspeaks.blogspot.com/2010/07/astrology-of-underwear.html

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  9. I think maybe I'm odd - I actually prefer to wear gstrings, and find them more comfortable than regular underwear. I guess I like having less material! I wear proper underwear, but I won't buy granny-panties... I like my underwear to look nice, and it's not because I want anyone to see it - it's more like what I'm wearing underneath my clothes is MY secret, and I like them to look nice, or funny.

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  10. this is freaking awesome. death to the thong.

    full coverage undies for president! or prime minister or whatever.

    xoxo,
    carrie

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  11. Hey, just wanted to let you know that I left you a challenge on my blog. I hope you can partake in it! Link: http://thetsaritsasez.com/2010/09/seven-things-my-tattoos.html

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  12. In France thongs are actually called strings, which is a better description. Now just to confuse you flip flops or toe post sandals are called thongs!

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  13. Jack - Ha ha, boxers wouldn't fit under my pants, but they sure would be comfy!

    Tsar - Yes, hiking up is stupid and kind of trashy. Comfort all the way! Thanks for visiting.

    Kate - Yes, I agree that comfort should be the most important thing, but I can see why you make the exception when you're having "fun."

    Jane - Thanks!

    Joe - Ha, I think their interest is in the illusion of nudity and not having underwear lines showing under their clothes.

    Clarissa - Thanks for being my sister in this movement. We must show love to our bums!

    Betty - Haha thanks.

    Michelle - I love your comment. It looks like your my sister in this movement!

    Vicki - I'll read your post.

    Lindsey - My friend, that IS odd! At least now I know you won't be phased if I give you a wedgie. It's cool to look good, I agree.

    Free - Wow. I'm sure every thong who reads your comment will be intimidated.

    Tsar - Thanks! I watched your video. I don't have a webcam.

    Blu -Hahaha strings. Yes, my mom used to call flip flops thongs. This was years ago, though, before they became popular. Thanks for the info!

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  14. http://www.thefrisky.com/post/246-ho-no-they-didnt-thong-jeans/

    Ok, couldn't figure out how to hyper-link, so you need to copy & paste. But this link is a must see - somebody got the brilliant idea to make jeans with a permanent whale tale stitched in.

    I so wish I could figure out how to attach a picture.......

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  15. Linda - Hahaha Thanks for sharing! I didn't expect the built-in thong to also be made of denim! So wrong... Who wears this?!

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