The g-string came to popularity in the late 1990s, first on strippers, then on twenty-somethings, and then, finally, on Donna, the 60-year-old cashier at ShopKo who is suprisingly racy and not interested in what you think about her undergarment selection, thank you very much and have yourself a lovely day minding your own fucking business. I’ve got garden-variety skivvies, of course, but I also have floppy and faded high-cut bikinis from 9th grade, ladyboxers whose elastic waistbands announce their brand affiliation, and transparent lacy stretch briefs that make my ass look like a low-rent bank-robber. I know I’m not alone in this, because over the years I’ve shared this fact and discovered that pretty much everyone is stockpiling ancient underwear.Īs a result, I own underwear that is so old that it’s vintage - essentially archaeological artifacts. And it takes a long time to wear out, since I don’t do very many things that would cause excessive wear-and-tear, like, say, a lot of butt-scooting on the carpet or skivvy-only horseback riding. Like, 85 percent of it.īut why? you might legitimately ask yourself. I still own all the underwear I’ve ever bought, probably.
