Variety is the Spice of Ladies Underpants.

They say variety is the spice of life. Well, William Cowper said it. But, most people tend to agree with him. Especially a woman like me with an appreciation for weird food and adorable stiletto heels.

I just moved. I devoted hours to weeding out my wardrobe and donating several boxes of old clothes to goodwill, but I did not think twice about getting rid of a single pair of shoes. In fact, I even kept my Doc Martin sandals that have not been in style since 1997.

Shoe hoarding habits aside, it was in this weeding of the wardrobe and the organizing of the dresser drawers that I came to an interesting conclusion. We ladies have a wonderful variety in styles of underpants. And I realized that I pick mine for the day depending on my mood.

Take boy shorts for example. I love them. I have several pairs that fall into one of two categories:



1) The cotton type that are really comfortable. Best worn on those days when morning comes just a little too early for my comfort. Those days when I lay in bed and really, really wish that I had a magic time remote so I could pair the pause button on it with the snooze on my alarm clock. God help anyone that comes between me and my coffee on a cotton boyshort kind of day.

2) Cutesy lacy boyshorts that I wear when I'm feeling sexy in an athletic or active sort of way.

I'm not too big on the full butt briefs. I just don't like them. So I substitute with the boy shorts. Cotton or lace as mood allows. To each her own. There are at least 5 cuts and styles for the ladies that do enjoy them. I don't know when they'd wear them. To be honest I only have a few pairs and they are more for a certain week of the month rather than a certain mood.



Next we have the Cheekies. Pronounced Cheek keys. Like boyshorts only they leave a little less to the imagination (half of your butt cheek to be specific). These I wear when I am having what I feel is a cute butt day. And when it is likely that my butt is going to be admired. Alas, they have been stowed in the drawer for a while. They are still adorable and on reserve should my romantic status change.

And finally the thong. The thong alone has dozens of varieties and styles. Fabric options anywhere from a wide strip to teensy floss.

I wear the cotton comfy ones when I have a full day in business slacks and prefer not to highlight my posterior with a pantyline. I wear the teensy lacy floss to be admired once I lose the skinny jeans. So they are currently cuddling up to the cheekies in the back of the drawer.


Men have just a few choices. Boxers, briefs or tightey whiteys. Color doesn't matter. It is invariably hanes cotton. That is fine for them and ok with me.

It is just us girls that will feel sexier wearing a flimsy black lace number under our clothes. And that is fine with me, too.

Because I love those days. The cutesy, lacy, purple boy short days. The teensy flossy days. Those days that make me feel like a woman. A sexy woman. Those days when my underwear variety spices up my life.

Amen.