Bodacious Boomer

Evelyn sent me an email this morning that just started my day off with abang. Now I can’t decide whether to feel bad about my T-Day indulges, get a cat o’nine tails and start flailing at my back like a possessed monk, or just become anorexic until the beginning on next year. And what my wonderful friend nice enough to send me you ask? Look for yourself-

Actually she sent it as a joke, knowing full well how I feel about them. I’m not advocating that everyone always has to go “au naturel” all the time. I think control top panty hose are great when you just need a little help to make you feel beautiful in a particular outfit. However, I don’t think that putting on any foundation garment that takes three people to help you get into and EMS personnel with the “jaws of life” to get out out of can be a good thing. What if your true love has plied you with champagne and strawberries all night and you just can’t wait? His Viagra has kicked in and the clock is ticking. Do you really want to have to have him help you out of a garment that’s holding onto you like a giant anaconda? There is just nothing sexy about that, unless you’re into bondage; and from what I’ve seen, Spanx aren’t nearly industrial enough for most of those folks.

Back when I started this blog, I wrote about Spanx. It’s a pretty good bit I think- kinda long, but funny. Here’s the link if you’d like to take a look-see. Thanks but no Spanx.