We could hide out under there
Feb. 15th, 2008 05:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
penfield"If God wanted us to be naked, why did he invent sexy lingerie?"
- Shannen Doherty (American actress and notorious malcontent)
I'm sure there must have been some context for this quote, because otherwise it's hard to make much sense of it. God wants us to be naked? Where did that premise come from? And God invented sexy lingerie? This seems awfully counter-intuitive, given that sexy lingerie is often a precursor or accelerant to the kinds of activities upon which a Christian god would be at the very least morally conflicted.
This comes up in the context of one of my ongoing anxieties relating particularly to Victoria's Secret. I've previously discussed the terror of violating the store's post-feminist perimeter and the the appropriateness (or lack thereof) of purchasing sexy underwear for one's mate. But this is even more passive.
You see, I live very near the Fashion Centre at Pentagon City shopping mall, and I routinely pass through one of the building's highly trafficked corridors that leads from my neighborhood to the train station. And it is getting more and more difficult to ignore all the women carrying those eyeball-searing Victoria's Secret bags. Particularly during the store's Semi-Annual Sale, and during romance-intensive holidays such as Valentine's Day and Abraham Lincoln's birthday, it is as if those glossy pink totes are standard issue for all women between the ages of 18 and 50.
And the aforementioned anxiety is owed not to my instinctual curiosity about what kind of sartorial aphrodesiac is actually in that bag? and what might she look like in it? and occasionally who does she think she is kidding?
No, it is a more sympathetic question that occurs to me: isn't that person embarassed to walk around with a bag that practically announces via bullhorn, "I just bought underwear, and it might be sexy! It is almost certainly overpriced!" Perhaps because I am fully aware of the baseline level of perversion humming at a low frequency in guy brains, I can't help feeling a little mortified on behalf of these poor, vulnerable women.
I realize that the outrageously colored bag is all part of the Victoria's Secret marketing scheme, spreading the decadent and luxurious ethos of "Pink" far and wide across the femi-sphere. But can't you give these girls a break by giving consumers the option of a less conspicuous white and off-white shopping bag?
I think it's just good business sense. And you'd be doing me a real favor.
- Shannen Doherty (American actress and notorious malcontent)
I'm sure there must have been some context for this quote, because otherwise it's hard to make much sense of it. God wants us to be naked? Where did that premise come from? And God invented sexy lingerie? This seems awfully counter-intuitive, given that sexy lingerie is often a precursor or accelerant to the kinds of activities upon which a Christian god would be at the very least morally conflicted.
This comes up in the context of one of my ongoing anxieties relating particularly to Victoria's Secret. I've previously discussed the terror of violating the store's post-feminist perimeter and the the appropriateness (or lack thereof) of purchasing sexy underwear for one's mate. But this is even more passive.
You see, I live very near the Fashion Centre at Pentagon City shopping mall, and I routinely pass through one of the building's highly trafficked corridors that leads from my neighborhood to the train station. And it is getting more and more difficult to ignore all the women carrying those eyeball-searing Victoria's Secret bags. Particularly during the store's Semi-Annual Sale, and during romance-intensive holidays such as Valentine's Day and Abraham Lincoln's birthday, it is as if those glossy pink totes are standard issue for all women between the ages of 18 and 50.
And the aforementioned anxiety is owed not to my instinctual curiosity about what kind of sartorial aphrodesiac is actually in that bag? and what might she look like in it? and occasionally who does she think she is kidding?
No, it is a more sympathetic question that occurs to me: isn't that person embarassed to walk around with a bag that practically announces via bullhorn, "I just bought underwear, and it might be sexy! It is almost certainly overpriced!" Perhaps because I am fully aware of the baseline level of perversion humming at a low frequency in guy brains, I can't help feeling a little mortified on behalf of these poor, vulnerable women.
I realize that the outrageously colored bag is all part of the Victoria's Secret marketing scheme, spreading the decadent and luxurious ethos of "Pink" far and wide across the femi-sphere. But can't you give these girls a break by giving consumers the option of a less conspicuous white and off-white shopping bag?
I think it's just good business sense. And you'd be doing me a real favor.
