02 February 2006

See-through underwear probably isn't very warm

I've recently been on the hunt for some new undergarments. This is one of my absolute least favorite activities, mostly because it's all so blasted expensive. Additionally, trying this stuff on in the winter isn't exactly my cup of tea. (I much prefer 20 degrees celsius to 20 degrees farenheit.) But, with les soldes looming all around me, I figured now was as good a time as ever to save a little money on one of the more annoying accessories that goes along with being female.

I scouted out the vitrines of various stores, biding my time until I finally found a place that I liked. Fortunately, it materialized in the form of Darjeeling Lingerie, a chain store with a branch on the Rue d'Alésia. (Admittedly, this store largely got my business because they have the heat cranked way up.) Yet even though I begrudgingly made my purchases a couple of weeks ago, I can't seem to shake the habit of looking in the lingerie store windows around town. This ongoing research has led to the following realization: Parisian women do not like underwear that conceals their assets.

I find this possible fact to be a bit mind-boggling. Aren't there any women in Paris who want at least one measly pair of granny-esque panties? Surely there is someone besides me who wants a pair of underwear with a backside that either A) consists of more than one thread and/or B) uses fabric that isn't 100% see-through. It's not that I'm fundamentally opposed to "sexy" underwear, but it isn't always the most comfortable option out there. Besides, where's the mystery, nay the excitement, when the guy can already see the full package before the underwear comes off?

Far more disturbing: what do the Parisian grannies wear?

Oh wait. I forgot about the outdoor bins in front of the local bazars. There you have it: the bazars have the corner on the granny panty market in Paris. What a choice: pay a fortune for a scrap of fabric, or go cheap by pawing through a bin on the side of the road.

5 Comments:

At 2/2/06 21:51, Blogger Nando said...

One of the most recurrent complaints of my female friends about the States has always been related to how big and uncomfortable American female underwear is and how difficult is to find something in between grannies' bags and brazilianesque thongs. I know that I'm probably adding to the confusion with this comment, but it's amazing how those memories came back immediatly after reading your post, Amy! I've spent so much time listening to Mariana (my best friend) ranting about this issue...

 
At 2/2/06 22:47, Blogger croust said...

As to what French grannies wear--I have no idea about their undergarments, but I'll share this observation from my bus ride home tonight. Across the aisle from me, there were two women facing each other.

Woman #1) In her late 20s, wearing a stylish Parisian winter outfit of fur coat, scarf, skirt, fishnet pantyhose, and knee-high leather boots.

Woman #2) In her mid-70s (or thereabouts) and walking heavily on a cane, wearing a stylish Parisian winter outfit of fur coat, scarf, skirt, and knee-high leather boots. I didn't see any fishnet pantyhose on this woman, but I've seen many others of her generation wearing them.

I leave it to the peanut gallery to guess how similar their undergarments were...

 
At 2/2/06 22:57, Blogger croust said...

You'll note the little image that Amy posted here, which is actually from Darjeeling's fall advertising campaign. When I arrived in September, this campaign was in full swing—that poster was hanging on every bus stop in Paris, blown up larger than life to about 3-feet by 5-feet.

That, my friends, removes all mystery from a pair of underwear that never concealed much to begin with.

 
At 3/2/06 20:27, Blogger Andy Noverr said...

France - home of great bread, wonderful cheese, incredible wines and skimpy underwear. I was born in the wrong country!

 
At 6/2/06 18:30, Blogger JODSTER said...

I can't look at my grandma anymore...

 

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