Underwear revolution: how lingerie grew up and put women’s comfort first
There’s always been that division into comfortable and something of a display for the lads. Or, as is more likely, something to please the lady as she imagines the display.
The idea that underthings have only recently become comfortable is just nonsense.
An old but incorrect – the words don’t quite mean this even if there would be an association with the idea – division would be between underwear and lingerie. The first the functional stuff, the second the lacy bits.
Meanwhile in Soho, London, Joseph Corré and Serena Rees were opening Agent Provocateur, a brazenly sexual upmarket lingerie store
The latest incarnation of the puritanical hag purses her lips just like the old ones….
Shock horror, markets exist and cater to consumers’ preferences.
Never really understood the lacy lingerie thing. I’m pretty convinced that wimminz mostly wear it for their own delight and delectation.
But then maybe I’m odd in that it doesn’t float my boat…
There’s always been that division into comfortable and something of a display for the lads. Or, as is more likely, something to please the lady as she imagines the display.
Well yes, and not just underwear: look at high heels, for instance.
TimN, my daughter bought a pair of (really) high heels for her high school prom last year because they “looked nice and matched her dress”. It was quite amusing watching her learn to walk in them.
Worn on the night of the prom. Back in the box ever since.
What’s with fishnet stockings?
Were they developed by the international gay fashion industry mafia plot to turn straight men gay by making women look as unattractive as possible, or does anyone actually like them?
We seem to be re-exploring a topic raised recently.
“Never really understood the lacy lingerie thing. I’m pretty convinced that wimminz mostly wear it for their own delight and delectation.”
Certainly my experience, backed up by watching the wonga rolling in. And here’s the thing. Having acquired a sexy little number & gushed about how good she looks in it. She then buys another, virtually the same. To repeat the experience all over again. In fact, they’ll go on to build up a collection of almost identical garments.
I thought your argument was to the contrary, Mr in Spain, namely that they’re all a bunch of filthy minded wrenches…
I used to have a GF who really fixed ’em: she didn’t wear any.
My lady wife, many years ago, dressed up in a bit of provocative finery and then pranced elegantly down the stairs into my view.
And the digs’ view too.
As one, they rose and barked at her.
Things got better when we got the finery off (and the dogs sequestered)
The distinction is easy…
underwear = comfort/practicality
lingerie = to be taken off as fast/slow as leisure/experience demands to continue on to other Sports.
Grikath I seem to remember a “mistress” saying that she was expected to meet her “gentleman” in silk/satin dressing gowns, lacy underwear/nightwear and heels.The wife however could schlepp about in comfortable stuff so it’s not just comfort it’s also companionship and familiarity
Lace and bows and frills and all that shit drive me wild. A suspender strap just slightly cutting into a woman’s arse – magical, as long as it’s the right woman and the right arse. It makes no logical sense and I cannot explain it, though I have tried to think it through.
Lingerie is gift-wrapping for naked women.
Don’t make creepy comments.