Reason 798 why the Internet creeps me out: (which is even weirder than reason 797: the government probably reading everything I’ve ever put on here), people not being who they say they are online.

Wired Magazine recently featured a story that is the mother of all mistaken Internet identity tales, and reads like some kind of psychotic Lifetime movie of the week. Stay with me now.

Thomas Montgomery, a 45-year-old husband of 16 years and father of two teenage girls was living a pretty uneventful life in upstate New York. After spending 12 years at the same boring job, something inside Montgomery must have snapped, causing the man to live a monotonous life no more—at least in cyberspace. Deciding to log onto the game and chat site Pogo.com as a “19-year-old marine” named Tommy who was getting ready to ship out to Iraq, stood 6 feet tall, and had a “9 inch dick”, Montgomery set out to live a double life.

And live it he did, once he began talking to a 16-year-old girl from Virginia named Jessi. Jessi fell in love with Montgomery’s Tommy, talking to him for hours at night and sending him G-strings in the mail. Read More »

Maybe you took part in an unplanned sleepover after bar crawl last night (oops), or have been overstaying your welcome at a friend’s apartment, maybe you just misread your recent uncontrollable Coldstone cravings and now Aunt Flo has arrived unexpected for her monthly visit (damn, and you only bought these knickers last week).

No matter what the situation, you’re faced with one uncertainty: to go commando? That is the question.

A question that now every lady can fix with a brilliant answer. Disposable underoos!

Handbag friendly and wrapped up tightly, these surprisingly cute panties could easily be mistaken for your tube of lipstick (wouldn’t that be mortifying?).

Looks like the lovely people at Tagalongs are finally understanding all our unsatisfied womanly needs.

Besides, even if you did remember to pack extra underwear, let’s say your feisty drive (and unfortunate dry spell) had given you the courage to finally seduce that cute guy in your Lit class. Still, who wants undies floating around your purse? It’d be asking for potential humiliation. Or your drunk best friend fumbling around inside your bag for some lip gloss and…wallah! Your polka-dot thong is dangling from her fingers up in air. “WHAT ARE THEEEEESE?,” she slurs. Ah, not that this has happened to me or anything. Read More »

It’s a common known fact that celebrities like Britney Spears go “commando,” aka deciding they are not really in the underwear mood for the day. Yet, somehow, they still manage to forget and flash their va-jay-jays at the paparazzi. Intelligence is not their strongest characteristic.

For some reason, I thought this trend was merely among the rich and famous. Boy, was I wrong. During a recent get together with friends, I found out that many girls I know opt to never wear underwear, even with clothing like jeans.

“It’s a very freeing feeling,” said one girl.

“Yeah, my doctor told me not to wear underwear because of the risk for bacteria and infections,” said another friend.

Really? My immediate thought was, what kind of sham doctor do you go to?

Maybe I am just being a prude and have become too attached to that extra layer of cloth between my private parts and the world. But really, no underwear, EVER?

Once I looked into it, my friends may not be so crazy after all. First of all, there are tons of reasons to be careful when wearing a thong because of the problems it can cause your nether-regions. Read More »

I went commando to my high school prom.

This wasn’t an attempt for post-prom easy access. And I wasn’t trying to be sexy for my date.

It just so happened that I couldn’t find a single thong or no-show panty that didn’t expose a visible panty line in my dress. Under certain material, even seamless panties won’t do the trick.

So what’s a girl to do?

Fortunately, some European designer loathes panty lines just as much as I do and has remedied this chronic problem. I introduce to you… the C-string! Read More »

This weekend, my boyfriend took me to a New Jersey mall…and I didn’t automatically break-up with him. Surprising I know. I was commissioned to help him pick out some shirts, of course I said yes. If anyone strokes my fashion ego, I’m like buttah.

I even overlooked the horrifying comment that, “We should pretend to shop for wedding rings.” That was a tough one. I stood there all agape like he was wielding an ax or something. Yuck. Sorry about the tangent, I had to get that off my chest. It has been freaking me out all day. If you have any advice about this one, please feel free to comment.

However, we can talk about Mary’s adventures in sheer terror later, right now I want to share what I learned about boys and lingerie at the mall….in New Jersey. I pulled the boy into Victoria’s Secret for two reasons, the first being to distract him from the fact that by this point I was sweating heavily, secondly I had a yen for some “Sexy, Little Things.” While I had him in the store, I took the opportunity to ask him about kind of lingerie got him all hot and bothered. Read More »