|me, before I could reach the clothesline...|
Most of us like to keep our underwear to ourselves. Men don't really have a thing for underwear, other than choosing the right "style", i.e. boxers, tidy whiteys, etc. Women, on the other hand, are expected to own pretty underthings. We spend billions of dollars every year on pretty lace bras and panties that never see the light of day. Some of us only bring out the man catchers for special occasions, opting for the sturdy, full body cotton comfort briefs for everyday.
I had a whole drawer of those cotton granny panties a few years back, but in a hysterical fit of ugly underwear enlightenment one morning I threw them all in the trash and promptly went shopping. $250 later, I had a whole drawer full of pretty little nothings. Men, on the other hand, don't give a rip if the elastic band is only attached by a few threads or that they sport a few holes...it just isn't a big deal.
One of the interesting things I learned while traveling In Europe is that people don't seem to care who sees there underwear. They hang them proudly on clotheslines over their windows, over their balcony rails, and even high above the narrow streets. Clothes dryers are a luxury in many families. Either that or their underthings are so expensive that air drying on the line is preferable.
|This must be a man's house...|
On one occasion during our travels, Dave and I sat leisurely drinking our wine in the Cinque Terra, gazing at the view of the surrounding city. The gentle breeze was a welcome escape after the 100 billion steps we climbed to get to the town itself. Across the rooftops we caught a glimpse of undies drying on a second story apartment terrace. Right at that very moment, the wind caught a pair of panties, ripping them off the rail. They floated through the air for a second then landed precisely on the door jam of the apartment below. And there they hung. Maybe it was the wine, but we were laughing so hard just thinking of the moment the neighbors decided to go outside!
|(Bottom of the photo) They look like big white granny panties to me....|
Not to be prudish, but if my undies were floating above the neighbor's door, I'd be horrified. But I'm thinking, we Americans may be way too hung up about our underwear. When you look at some of the young women today with their bras hanging out and their thongs creeping up above their low ride jeans, you may disagree. But all in all, you don't see a lot of clothes hanging out in the yards of suburbia. And truthfully, even though I love my LG dryer, I do rather miss the fresh smell of clothes dried in the country breeze...just have nowhere to put it.
Laurel. City dweller with Downey.
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