The anti-panty crowd had supporters:
- the word panties upsets me to the point where if someone says it i give them a dirty look and im not sure why
- The word panties makes me want to throw up
- I HATE the word panties
- I also abhor the word “panties”.
- The word “panties” makes me cringe.
- If you say the word “panties” then I will walk away.
But the anti-antis were loads funnier:
- This is right up there with the petition asking Obama to “stop using the ‘wives, mothers, & daughters’ rhetorical frame that defines women by their relationships to other people.”
- So the word “panties” has got their, um, panties in a wad?
- Isn’t it refreshingly cathartic to learn that knee jerk, Pavlovian students of Wymmin’s Studies get upset at a word accepted as common parlance and vernacular for more than a century?
- Word Police, get a life. Please.
- Apparently liberal women dislike the word “panties” which means I probably need to find ways to use it more often.
- But dressing up AS A VAGINA IN PUBLIC is OK?
- if you hate them that much then just go commando and STFU!
- Asinine. Is this what American feminists are really worried about? How about women’s rights in Iran? Or gettin’ me a sammich?
- Does this mean the word ‘panties’ will have the same effect on feminists as garlic has on vampires? No downside there.
- I should’ve hung my panties around my neck where they would be available to wave at silly females who ignore the fact that the battle for women’s rights has already been fought and won.
- I hate the word “panties,” too, but I think in light of that article, I’ll have to learn to love it.
- I’m ahead of the game. I always call them ‘bloomers,’ anyway.
- Panties, Panties, Panties, Panties, Panties, Panties, Panties
Graphic Language Alert!
#RenamePanties
Kitty Kondos ~_^
Vagina Jockeys
Spanks would be too close to Spanx, but Skanx is available.
Undiehose
Crotch pocket
Bush protectors
Under the back crack sack
Sources:
http://twitchy.com/2013/02/16/gird-your-loins-ladies-feminists-are-coming-for-your-panties/
polination.blog 
Welp, time to start saying ‘panties’ a whole lot more often, I guess.
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panties, panties, panties … every time the femiNazis say VAGINA I will shout PANTIES!
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Good plan! I was thinking we could do that every time they use any of their buzz words. Like one of them goes on a RAAACIST! rant, and we just quietly say, “Panties.”
I read this article once about how to deal with bullies at the office. One example that stuck with me was when a taller guy stands too close to you and talks down at you. The author suggested not doing what he wanted, which was to cringe like a submissive dog, but to look straight ahead at his too-close chest and remark, “Did you know you have a spot on this tie?”
I think just quietly saying, “Panties”, to a spittle-spewer would have a similar effect. We’ve been cringing and defending ourselves from their ridiculous bullying accusations for far too long. It’s time to employ the conversation stopping non sequitur.
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Well, personally, I can’t stand when they say veggies. So until they stop saying veggies, I’m going to keep saying panties.
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LOL
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I have no intentions of going commando. I guess I’ll have to stock up on those whatever-ya-wanna-call-’ems and hide ’em really well so the feministas won’t be able to find them when they try to do a panty raid. Oops, I said a naughty word. I denounce myself.
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ROFLLL
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As a poor,ignorant male of the species,I have no comment on this subject.I do,however,have a question.Who invented thongs and how do you stand having a wad of material wedged in your buttcrack?
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I have no idea about the second. I did find this stuff on the internet about the first:
Many fashion historians believe that the thong first appeared in the 1939 World’s Fair. New York Mayor Fiorello LaGuardia ordered the city’s nude dancers to cover themselves and the thong was invented to just barely do the job. Fashion designer, Rudi Gernreich has been credited with introducing the first thong bikini in 1974. In the 1990s, the thong began to gain wider acceptance and popularity in the United States as underwear (and, to a lesser extent, as swimwear), especially with women, but also men.
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Pete, this is probably one of those situations where you don’t really want to know the answer, but here goes: I don’t know who invented them, but thongs started to become popular for regular women in the 80’s, (as women’s pants styles were becoming closer-fitting, and stretchy fabric blends came the norm). When I took a corporate job in the late 90’s, I found they were a necessary part of my business wardrobe, unless I wanted V.P.L. (visible panty lines) under my slacks and suit pants. If you buy the right size, and avoid lace and satin, they are not as miserable to wear as you might imagine, but 8-9 hours is about the limit for me. As soon as the workday is over, they get swapped for comfy briefs, the same way slacks and blouses get swapped for jeans and a hoodie. Aren’t you glad you asked? 😉
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Dammit. I should’ve said ‘comfy PANTIES’, not ‘comfy briefs’. Panties, panties, panties.
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So I can add thongs to my list of God’s Blessings upon this Homebound-Disabled Homemaker who sometimes wished she’d been a Paycheck-with-Benefits Career Woman. List also includes no alarm clock, no panty hose, no heels, no makeup. 🙂
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Those are, indeed, blessings! Along with the ability to pursue your creative gifts. As one of those ‘Career Women’, between the thongs, alarm-clocks, micromanaging bosses and torturous high heels, I can tell you, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. But alas, I was born without the Domestic Goddess gene, so hi-ho, hi-ho, it’s off to work I go!
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Panty hose! You said panty hose! You bad, bad girl! Gloria Steinem gonna wash your mouth out with soap!
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If Gloria Steinem touches me, I’ll need soap!
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And disinfectant. Don’t forget the disinfectant.
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I’m thinking I’ll need one of those decontamination treatments like they did in The Andromeda Strain, before they were allowed down into the bowels of the facility.
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I heard Karen Lewis,the 450 lb. behemoth who’s the head thug of the Chicago teachers’ union thought her thong was twisted one day.Turned out there were two illegal Mexicans and a burro stuck in her crack.(sorry,that just came to me)
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ROFLL
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I misread ‘burro’ as ‘burrito’, and the resulting mental image required eye-bleach. Lol
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I read “churro” hee hee
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ROFL! Now your ‘burrito’ is giving me mental flashbacks of when my sister was doing clinicals in some ER for her Pharm degree and she once found an intact Twinkie in the fat folds of a woman she was washing. I think that’s when I swore off Twinkies, so it wasn’t such a big deal when Hostess folded. At least, for me. 😯
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EWWWWWWWWWWWW!
(I swore off Twinkies and other junk food years ago, but what a disgusting mental image!)
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That…wow. That’s just amazing. A mobile pantry!
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Twinkie in the fat folds … Hostess folded. Ewwwwwwwwwwww. You did that on purpose!! ROFLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
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Only liberals could come up with this nonsense.
Probably because the women are wearing the pants and the guys are wearing the panties.
Next time Moo opens her mouth we should yell:
“Liar Liar your big girl pants are on fire!”
Next time BHO opesn his mouth we should yell:
“Liar Liar, your panties are on fire!”
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::recently became lost in thought pondering the utter absurdity of women who can’t figure out how to pay for their own birth control could possibly be offended by the infantilization of the undies they shed so willingly::
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Obozo’s pants (and/or panties) actually catching fire… what a delightful thought. If only…
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A woman tells a guy she’s not wearing any panties,he gets turned on.
A guy tells a woman he doesn’t have on any underwear,she’a instantly repulsed and glad she doesn’t have to wash those jeans.
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Oh SOOOO true! LOL
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Men and women are different! SHA-ZAAAM! Who woulda thunk it!
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Oh noooo! Cascade of gnarly mental images! Now I have to share! 😀
1. Golden, Colorado, 1994, in front of a drinking establishment in the WRONG place at the wrong time as a hog driver lets his honey get on the bike first in front of us. Short leather skirt. Sharon stone moment as she swings the leg over the saddle onto a hot black leather seat that’s been in the sun all day. She was traveling too light for panties. We were traveling too light for eye bleach.
2. Trail crew in the Sangre de Cristos, New Mexico, 1980. Hot and sweaty after a long day’s work in the back country, 10 of us ranch hands go wash up in the river which is in view of the highway leading down the canyon into Cimarron. Swim trunks are not part of a cowboy’s gear, right? At one point, we swim out to a big flat rock in the middle of the river, catch a little of the 3pm sunshine, before heading back to camp, and we notice the tour bus coming down the highway says “Girls Camp.” We wave. They stare. We spend the next 10 minutes laughing, then it occurs to us to figure out if any of us is old enough to be prosecuted. Luckily, everybody’s under 18.
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Note on #2: This was an older, teenage girls camp, and we were all roughly the same ages as them, most of us around 16, this being our first jobs, so this was not as creepy as it might sound. 😯
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I think the morons who designed my high school must’ve stopped developing at about that age. Besides using an “open plan” in central New York, the stairs were also “open.”
Open plan: Multiple buildings around an open courtyard … IOW, we had to walk outside with wet hair after gym to get to our next classes IN THE WINTER.
Open stairs: The stair steps were held together on the ends and the railings were open. In my previous school, the stairs had been solid all around, but in this stupid “new, modern” ooo ahhh (I heard rumors of government paybacks), the boys could stand under the stairs and gawp up the girls skirts. Maybe some of the girls enjoyed the attention; I felt exposed and violated.
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Yeah, somebody was not thinking on that one. How did that even get approved for a co-ed high school? I grew up with the “curse” of cheesy modern architecture, too, and I’m not a fan. Had a painful flashback the other day watching “The Americans” with son #2. It’s set in the 60’s, and on the set is one of those old Ayn Rand-inspired, low-set, concrete, glass and painted steel panel high school buildings. I almost barfed.
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