April 10, 2008
Thongs.
I'm talking about thongs.
(Sorry to the male readers of this blog…you can look away, or grin and bear it. Or even pipe in with your own comments. We care about your opinions. Really we do.)
Okay, first of all they're un-fricking-comfortable. If you try and tell me that butt-floss thing doesn't bother you (especially the lacy ones!), I'm not going to believe it. Sorry.
Now, I admit, there are occasions when a thong makes sense. I hate panty-lines as much as Anna Wintour, so I'll confess that I have forced myself into one of those t-shaped annoyances on more than one occasion.
But other than that, why? Can someone explain to me why anyone would wear a thong with jeans? It can't be comfortable. Jeans are stiff, and the seams are thick and rough and hard (get your minds out of the gutter, please. This is a PG-13 blog).
How do I know women wear thongs with jeans, you ask? Well, because I've seen them bend over in low-riders, and from behind, you can see the t-intersection of the thong riding up from the waistline of the jeans.
Um. Yeah.
I'm not into seeing half of some guy's boxers above sagging jeans; I certainly am not interested in seeing some chick's elastic and pansy-white flesh above her jeans. No thanks.
So. Why, when, where do you don a thong? How does one get used to the bloody things?
Guys, what do you think? Do you notice? When, how? Do you care?

Okay, I realize that those of you who are used to seeing my author photo (the official one that graces the back of my covers, website, and blog) will look at my new 'do and say, "but it looks the same…just a little more curly!"

I'll probably do some on black, as shown, and maybe some on a dark or heathered purple.
But when I saw these…well, I couldn't resist. 



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