As the Snarky Platypus and I had lunch today, we overheard a radio advertisement with a female voiceover:
If there’s one thing I worry about more than ill-fitting underwear, it’s other women wearing ill-fitting underwear.
And I agree. Three afternoons a week, I lie in the street or take up a strategic position near a staircase or escalator so I can look up women’s skirts — and I’m appalled at the number of women whose underwear doesn’t form a smooth, form-fitting surface that matches their body contours. I should write to my local MP.