Know what sucks? Getting underwear for Christmas sucks. Why do people do that? No...why do so many people do that? I think I might actually prefer getting nothing at all for Christmas rather than getting something as distressing as underwear. The problem is that they're never nice underwear. As a girl, there is a significant difference between underwear that our parents think is nice and underwear that I, as a nineteen-year-old, think is nice. Nice as a young adult means sexy. It means lace, silk, any-color-but-white-and-if-its-white-it-better-manage-to-look-sexy.
Imagine the awkwardness she'll feel as she's opening a pair of tighty-whities in front of her older brother; it's embarassing. I've been there, many times! Tighty-whities are not nice. They belong on a ten-year-old's body, but when your child transitions into adolescence, if you want to buy underwear, bring her to La Senza or Jacob Lingerie and let her pick something out or herself. Gone are the days when she liked having princesses on her ass. Now, what she wants is men on her ass and she won't lure them in with Barbie underwear. (And that's another thing, why must there be character's on a child's underwear? Who is supposed to see these characters when mommy and daddy aren't there?!)
Undies and other things like socks and deodorant, for example, are necessities. Unless you're giving to the poor, one doesn't normally buy necessities for others. One gives something that the reciever would enjoy but wouldn't buy for themselves. So what I'm getting at is that giving undergarments for Christmas shouldn't even be done because the gift of embarrassment isn't worth giving.
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