Comfy up all - it's been one of those days. This morning I woke up and had to go to a dress fitting for "The Magic Flute" in which I have the role of Pamina. This involves me taking my togs off infront of 6 lovely Italian women who hang clothing on me and are deft with scissors and pins - the dress fitting that is, not the Pamina role. It's lots of fun and I had a very new thought process while choosing my knickers today. I found myself eliminating certain choices as being too slutty and some others as being too grand grandma-like and others still because they might be the comfiest-cosiest-favouritest pair I own but, truth to tell, they are a bit raggedy and should not be on any kind of public display. And it was wierd - I mean preparing myself to be seen in my underware by 6 ladies. There's such a rapid selection process (well, some days not so rapid) that flits through the brain. I was particularly interested in the fact that I eliminated some pairs on account of them being too whore-like. Women are way more judgemental than blokes in the knicker department - we can size each other up so ruthlessly. In the end I went for harmless pink with a small pink bow normal shape - no G string sister! I also shaved my legs because let's face it, if the ladies are judgemental about underwhere(?), they'll be judgemental about underthere too, n'est pas? When I arrived at the fitting, much to my disappointment, they just fitted me for a coat. All my careful chosing and contemplation remained covered up! It was then, I realised how ridiculous I had been to consider the possible opinions of 6 different women, opinions which would never be expressed but which I would neurotically guess at while wondering if my deodorant was still working. So from now on, I choose my knickers for me - slut or grandma, whichever the day, I'll be pleasing myself.
I can't stand the colour pink.
I also want you to know that if I ever see you in your favourite old pair that you've had since highschool, I will know that you are comfy.