It’s not Thursday and this isn’t a regular What Would Wonder Woman Do posting. That said: Wonder Woman knows it’s important to wear appropriate undergarments at all times. For her, that means her superhero star-spangled costume.
What would happen if she forgot?
Yeah, it’s not all joy and glory in the world of superheroism. It’s not like the perfect costume magically appears. Instead, it becomes a permanent part of every outfit. Every day.
Or else…who will save the world when WW leaves her body suit, lasso, cuffs and tiara at home? Are you really going to rely on Superman?
I used to watch The Brady Bunch every day after school. It was a funny, wholesome show that taught decent values. (Good luck finding that on TV these days.)
Remember when Marsha was going to give a speech? She was SO nervous. The girl even had nightmares about things going wrong.
Then someone gave her this stellar advice:
“Imagine your audience is sitting there in their underwear.”
I’m still not sure how this is supposed to do anything other than make me
gag crack up laughing.
But once I imagined people imagining me wearing nothing but my underwear, it suddenly mattered to me what those undergarments looked like.
Before? No one sees them anyway, so who cares if they are ratty, mismatched and borderline granny-gear?
Now I’m thankful for Victoria’s Secret.
If I’m ever in a car accident and they have to cut me out of my clothes, I won’t hang my head in shame. Thanks to VS, there will be color-coordinated bra and panties to wow and amaze those rescue workers.
Thanks to the 7 pairs for $27.50 sale and the semi-annual sale, once things start to look a little old and worn? In the trash they go and break out a new pair.
These are the sort of daydreams I have about what I’m wearing under my clothes.
So, yes, I think it’s important for us normal gals to consider this. Every morning.
The nightmare is the opposite of the daydream. And it doesn’t involve Marsha Brady or any of that bunch.
It involves me being naked.
Isn’t that everyone’s worst nightmare?
You show up to an important interview – wearing nothing.
It’s the evening of your spouse’s award banquet. We’re talking black tie only people. When he thanks you from the stage, all eyes and cameras turn to you. A smiling you stands to accept his accolade…wearing…your birthday suit.
After all those shopping expeditions to Victoria’s Secret? This could never happen in real life.
And yet it haunts my sleep. Not as often now that I know I’m under-armed with coordinating bra and panties.
The above cartoon shows you Wonder Woman’s personal nightmare about this situation.
And if you change in a flash (like the video shows), it could create a living nightmare quite similar to the ones I shared.
The Reality Check
Let’s face it. I need a reality check in the department of undergarments.
The likelihood I’m going to have my clothes cut off by rescue workers? Not as likely as killing myself in the crash. (Well, then the undertaker will see my underwear, right?)
*Rolls eyes muttering, “Lost cause”*
I’m certainly never going to need to rip open my blouse to reveal the superhero bodysuit underneath. Because I’m not that kind of super hero.
And as far as undergarments go, if I looked like Wonder Woman does in her star-spangled suit, I’d be happy as a clam to wear it beneath my clothes.
Except…Is there a easy-open hatch for when I need to use the restroom? Because, I know this isn’t something superheroes think about, but I’ve gotta go. Every hour or two.
What’s your take on what no one sees beneath your clothes? Important or irrelevant?