We first met when I was 18. It was a brief encounter, that first time, but it was destined to become something that lasted a long, long time.
And we’ve had a wonderful relationship. Over the years you have provided me with just the support I needed, when I needed it, you were colorful when necessary, subdued when the moment called for it, heck you were even sporty at times.
During the two decades that we have been together, you were always there for me and not once did you let me down.
Through good times and bad, thick and thin, we’ve stuck it out. Sure there’s been disagreements, moments when you were less than stellar and from time to time we had breaks from each other, but for the most part, we were just meant to be.
But now, dear g-string (or thong, as you are called over here – go on, you know you want to sing THAT song), it’s time for us to say goodbye.
And it most definitely is you, dear g-string and not me.
And here’s the reason why:
You’ve changed. You just don’t do it for me anymore.
You don’t. Nope. Nada. Zip. Zero and Zilch. I’m done with you. Over the last year or so you have let me down too many times. Versions of you have been great in the beginning, but by the 3rd or 4th wear you become either shapeless pieces of ick-iness or you fall apart. And I’m not even talking about the cheaper versions, oh no I’m not. I spend $15 or more on you and you still let me down.
And I’m not the only one. There’s a whole generation of women behind me who are giving the thong the flick. There are legions of them and they are all saying ‘no’ to the thong.
That’s not to say that I don’t want to wear knickers that make me feel good, or even, dare I say it, sexy. Of course I do. There’s nothing better than wearing something oh la la underneath a basic t-shirt and jean combo, but I will no longer give in to the ‘thong pressure’.
The days when my underwear consisted of nothing but g-strings (with the occasional full brief for those days) are over.
From now on my drawers will now contain boy-shorts or hipsters, maybe even the occasional bikini brief, but no more thongs. And as for the dreaded VPL (visible panty line)? Well I figure I’ve got two options there – go commando (not really an option – can you say ‘camel toe’?) or wear thicker materials (again, not a huge option living here in the desert). But I have no doubt a little trial and error while provide the necessary solutions. Going to the gym will be the big challenge, since the majority of those clothes contain Lycra (which are not underwear friendly), but since I’m not intending on flashing my knickers at people when I’m working out, these from Jockey or even these will probably resolve that issue.
So sayonara g-string. Bye-bye thong. Your time has officially come to an end, and I for one will be happy to see the back of you.
Till next time,