Now, women who were of a certain upbringing or upper class status would endure the corsets, when you say corset to me it reminds me of a women being placed into a contraption where breathing was difficult. It’s no wonder most of them were “swooning” into the arms of those gallant gentlemen. My most vivid recollection of the corset comes from one of the scenes off Gone with the Wind. I can picture Scarlett O’ Hara holding on to the bedpost and Mamie pulling those long strings while poor Scarlett was sucking in her breath. I can just see Scarlett’s face turning blue! Thank God, I don’t wear one of those things. I can just imagine someone attempting to strap me into a corset, you talk about a killing. I’d have to slap the fool out of somebody. Being a southern woman and dignified with some redneck in me, I’d hurt someone if I didn’t pass out first.
Now panties, briefs, and stockings are a whole different ball game. We women today have the luxury of picking styles and colors to match the bra or outfit. We can get petty about the “mix and match” of getting these items to wear. Do we do it for ourselves? Are we dressing to impress? How do women come up with those items and make a good purchase? I know for a fact when I buy a new piece of hardware, I feel pretty and my own self image feels “justified”. How many women have had a guy buy lingerie and are happy with what he got her? Unless you have been really intimate, he’s not going to know what your likes and dislikes are. The irony here, is intimate lingerie is for show, it is not on you more than ten minutes before you are pulling, tearing or he is snatching it off of you. Remember, men are like little boys they were brought up to get what’s inside of the wrapper. It is a whole like opening a gift on Christmas morning or getting the cherished prize out of a cereal box. That’s the fun of getting a new piece of lingerie; you don’t know what you are getting until you unwrap it.
