All props to Dr. Bitch…
An alternate title for this post would be…
"Random bullets of Underwear"
- I'll try to be brief (ducking the proverbial tomatoes).
- Recently I was in Alençon, France, a small city in Normandy. On the pretty old town pedestrian shopping street I saw an advertisement for the EXACT bra I was wearing. This was a bra I bought for beaucoup bucks at Nordstrom's. Needless to say, it's French. And it fits me and is heaven. But I felt very fashionable! In a bra-waring kind of way.
- In Viana do Castelo, Portugal my volunteer field assistants and I saw a store that sold lots of Portugal-themed sportswear (this is always big but especially now with the World Cup in which Portugal is doing very well, thank you very much!). Featured prominently in the window display was a pair of men's tighty-whities. In the middle of the, well, crotch, was the crest symbol of the Portugal football team. We all wanted to buy a pair for the men in our lives (all but one of my field assistants in France and Portugal are female!) but alas, the store was never open when we walked by.