This essay on the shrunken state of womens’ knickers proves that Brits still reign supreme when it comes to humor:
Women’s tiny pants have massive ramifications for us as a nation. It cannot have gone unnoticed that our global power has waned in tandem with the waning of our pants. When women wore undergarments that extended from chin to toe, the sun never set on the British Empire. Now the average British woman could pack a week’s worth of pants into a matchbox, however, we have little more than dominion over the Bailiwick of Jersey, and the option to buy-to-let the Isle of Man.
via the F-word.
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1 Elaine // Jan 9, 2008 at 3:17 pm
Oh, thank you John. That was perfect. And perfectly on target.
At the risk of revealing too much information, I love my “granny panties” and have been known to grumble at department store employees when all I can find are the low-waist, high-cut “permanent wedgie” things that seem so popular these days.
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