Granny knickers…

So, I was buying new undies the other day. Yes, too much information but there it is. I wear underwear. In particular I like wildly coloured knickers. The brighter the better. Why? I don’t know. I just do. Anyway I saw these amazingly, trashy bright undies at Kmart and I made a beeline for them. Then I halted. They were granny knickers. Hmmm…Granny knickers…I stood and contemplated the brightness factor and wondered could I wear Granny knickers? How is this a conundrum you ask? Well, maybe it’s all to do with the perception of age. While I don’t consider any age to be old or ancient as age is dependent on a person’s character, I realized I had consigned big panties into the category of ‘maybe when I’m 80 slot.’ But these ones? They were colourful…sluttishly so. Tramp verses the perception of age. Was I slut at heart or a closed minded-non Granny knickers bigot refusing to accept more material because I was living in a bikini pants delusional world of flouting authority by showing one's belly button? I decided while I enjoyed a good moment of flouting, I needed to get over my Granny knickers issue and I bought them. The colour did it.

I advocate saying yes to colour and no to discrimination against big panties…

When I rule the world, everyone will have coloured undies and there will be no war as everyone will be fascinated by everyone else's undies to start arguments. And size? It will never be an issue. Vote 1 Amarinda Jones.