Girdles, garter belts, industrial strength brassieres, it’s all good. Taking a hint from Amanda Palmer, I’d like to strut around in a black garter belt, raggedy stockings and army boots. I don’t know what could be more ’empowering’ and inviting at the same time.
I hate the word “empowering”, by the way. What I mean is, to revel in one’s sexual authority. If you’ve never worn a garter belt, try it and see it’s effect.
I once knew a woman whose husband’s preference in lingerie was plain white underwear. I tried not to let on how horrified and disgusted I was: What a fucking freak! It wasn’t like he wanted a schoolgirl, it was more of a Pottery Barn aesthetic. I guess he thought sexy underwear was vulgar. Sure enough, she had an affair with a guy she worked with, but he turned out to be a pantyhose enthusiast. I’m not sure what this proves.
Today I went out with my BFF and bought a bra from a sale rack. I was later surprised to hear that this constitutes “shopping.” Since when is buying a bra shopping?! I also bought a lipstick, which I know isn’t shopping, it’s just restocking.