Lost & Found
I live in a pretty conservative neighborhood -- lifestyle-wise, that is; politically we are the Midnight Blue of the Crayola 64-pack. Something like 95% of people on the upper west side where I live voted for John Kerry, for example -- so it was a little surprising to see a pair of twisted-up black-lace panties on the sidewalk on my walk to work this morning. What happened last night?
(By the way, don't you just hate the word panties? We need to come up with a better term for women's underwear. I guess we could just call it women's underwear, but women's underwear doesn't convey the tawdriness of seeing it on the street at 8:30am on a Friday morning, does it?)
(By the way, don't you just hate the word panties? We need to come up with a better term for women's underwear. I guess we could just call it women's underwear, but women's underwear doesn't convey the tawdriness of seeing it on the street at 8:30am on a Friday morning, does it?)
posted by Excellent Walker at 11:43 AM
3 Comments:
Could have been the overflow from someone's laundry basket, of course, in which case calling it underwear seems okay. I agree though, that there's no good name for women's drawers. Knickers? Panties? Undies? Bloomers? We should invent a new one.
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It didn't occur to me that it could have been laundry, just because of where it was -- no laudromats in the near vicinity. But let's go with that, rather than think about the woman who got home last night (or this morning) and realized to her horror that she was missing her underwear.
Well, if you good Americans hadn't already gotten into the habit of calling trousers 'pants'...you could use that, as we do over here, which is a nice, no-nonsense kind of a word. :)
'Flimsies' is a good one for the kind of thing you found.
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