Lingerie Dilemma
My mind has lately been lingering over the dangerous issue of lingerie.
Someone dear to me recently popped me a question which left me squirming with discomfort. She asked if I wear lingerie - the eye-popping types, you know - black, lacy numbers which leaves nothing to the imagination. The kind that makes you look like you're fresh out from some crazy european porn flick. Or an overcrowded Thai massage parlour in the smoky tourist-packed backlanes of Patpong.
Dont get me wrong. I'm neither puritan nor feminist. I can totally appreciate a Double-D female form in a sexy gown-splitting number. But somehow the image of MYSELF parading in my un-boudoir-like bedroom in crotch-less thingamajigs just makes me feel uneasy. Obviously I have issues with the belief that a woman must necessarily look like a Victoria's Secret model to be seen as sexy in bed to her lover. I prefer to be seen as an intellectually stimulating partner, than a plaything. Boring? Maybe I've just been exposed to too many scenes of slutty Hollywood vacant-looking, bimbo types to wish to aspire to be like that.
Asian values leaves women confused I believe. We're brought up to practise traditional values like how virginity should be kept securely under lock and key until marriage. That girls should be chaste. That slutty is cheap and bad and naughtiness gets a girl into a whole load of trouble, not to mention eventually, Hell. But suddenly, after you're married, the expectations are reversed. Somehow a wife is expected to be a sex "circus" for her husband. Its a 180-degree turn from Virgin to Bed-Slut that's bound to leave any women stumped and challenged on how to react. My gay best-friend once laughingly called me frigid when we passed by a crotchless suit in a mall in KL and an involuntary snort of disgust came out from me. But seriously, and hello?... how obvious can you get? I know men are visual creatures, but does a guy honestly need to see a hole there to have a clue on what lurks below?
Someone dear to me recently popped me a question which left me squirming with discomfort. She asked if I wear lingerie - the eye-popping types, you know - black, lacy numbers which leaves nothing to the imagination. The kind that makes you look like you're fresh out from some crazy european porn flick. Or an overcrowded Thai massage parlour in the smoky tourist-packed backlanes of Patpong.
Dont get me wrong. I'm neither puritan nor feminist. I can totally appreciate a Double-D female form in a sexy gown-splitting number. But somehow the image of MYSELF parading in my un-boudoir-like bedroom in crotch-less thingamajigs just makes me feel uneasy. Obviously I have issues with the belief that a woman must necessarily look like a Victoria's Secret model to be seen as sexy in bed to her lover. I prefer to be seen as an intellectually stimulating partner, than a plaything. Boring? Maybe I've just been exposed to too many scenes of slutty Hollywood vacant-looking, bimbo types to wish to aspire to be like that.
Asian values leaves women confused I believe. We're brought up to practise traditional values like how virginity should be kept securely under lock and key until marriage. That girls should be chaste. That slutty is cheap and bad and naughtiness gets a girl into a whole load of trouble, not to mention eventually, Hell. But suddenly, after you're married, the expectations are reversed. Somehow a wife is expected to be a sex "circus" for her husband. Its a 180-degree turn from Virgin to Bed-Slut that's bound to leave any women stumped and challenged on how to react. My gay best-friend once laughingly called me frigid when we passed by a crotchless suit in a mall in KL and an involuntary snort of disgust came out from me. But seriously, and hello?... how obvious can you get? I know men are visual creatures, but does a guy honestly need to see a hole there to have a clue on what lurks below?
posted by Medusa aka expiringpoet at 12:40 AM
4 Comments:
It's just weird fantasy with some people. Some those sexy things are funny if you try to reason logical functions for them. :D
Nothing logical is EVER on a rack in a woman's clothing store.
And there is never enough metal clothing to go around!
Liz,
It would be interesting to hear yr perspective in person! HA!
Stag,
Not true, some of us women are capable of rationalising our wardrobe. What metal clothing are you referring to? As in heavy metal or armour metal?? But honey, the days of wearing armours are long gone?!!
Leave the laces in those places for those and those who only needs them most...
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