Kind of like a wedgie.
But in a good way.
And what wedgies are to thongs, friends are to me.
Many years ago, before Hanes invented the "no-ride-up" panties, we had wedgies.
We.
Had.
Wedgies.
Of global proportion. And don't even get me started on panty lines.
Had.
Wedgies.
Of global proportion. And don't even get me started on panty lines.
An embarrassing, uncomfortable pandemic among women, the wedgie was one more obstacle we suffered through.
For generations.
In silence.
For generations.
In silence.
Until one brave woman tossed aside her granny panties and declared "As God as my witness, I shall pick my bum no more!"
The thong was born.
From adversity is born brilliance. The thong is the preferred panty of wedgie-less women everywhere, overshadowing granny panties 3 to 1.
Thongs have set the standard for my friendships.
Does the friendship fit well?
Is it there when you need it?
Does it provide adequate coverage and complement your life?
Are you sensitive to its care?
Do you wear it well?
And treat it with the delicacy it requires?
Well then, that's a friendship worth wearing.
- sk

