Sisterhood of the Massive Knickers

I’ve had a rather crappy week.



It’s Friday evening, I’ve just indulged in a large portion fish & chips (I’m English – no stereotypes there obviously), I’m watching ‘Footloose’ and I’m wearing an sweater that is too big for me and a pair of pyjama bottoms. My hair is tied back, I’ve got very little make-up on and I’m sporting a very fetching pair of socks, which for once actually match. I’m not unhygienic – what I’m wearing is clean and I had a bath this morning before work, but a quick glance in the mirror reveals that I am certainly not going to win ‘Miss World’ anytime soon. At this moment in time, I think I’d have trouble running for ‘Miss Waynetta Slob’ (and for those of you who have no idea who this character was from the 90’s, check out ‘Harry Enfield and Chums’ on YouTube). I have been joined on the couch by two sleepy cats and The Bloke.


In the years that I’ve been with The Bloke I’ve put on weight. Not enough to make me feel grotesque, but enough to change my body shape. My cute little thongs have morphed over time into ENORMOUS knickers, and I spend most of my evenings and weekends in baggy clothing that is designed for comfort. At best, I dress like a teenage boy. I’m not at the stage where I consider that I have ‘let myself go’, but I certainly make far less effort to look good than I used to when I’m at home.

But is there anything wrong with this? Should the female population permanently feel the need to be glamorous at all times?

An article from ‘Oprah’s website in 2005 offers some interesting insight into why women let themselves go. A prominent message was that women put their families needs ahead of their own, wearing their exhaustion almost as a ‘badge of honour’. Mothers in particular have little time to themselves and find it almost impossible to muster any enthusiasm for beauty regimes or losing weight that they may have retained after giving birth.

So what excuse do I have? I don’t have children, I’m not married and aside from three cats and The Bloke I don’t have any family responsibilities. My excuse is simple: I just can’t be bothered.

I saw this quote from the ever immaculate Dita Von Teese:

‘I advocate glamour. Every day. Every minute.’


Dita Von Teese

While I admire Miss Von Teese’s message, I’ve found that life often gets in the way. I’m not lazy -my job is stressful, I work long hours both in and out of school, I deal with hundreds of grumpy teenagers all week and when I’ve finished all I want to do is have a hot bath, get my feet rubbed and go to sleep. The last thing I need (or want) to be thinking about is how attractive I look. Similarly, I certainly don’t expect The Bloke to be perfectly groomed all the time… A quick glance over at him reveals that he’s wearing an old white T-Shirt, a fleece and a pair of trousers that were made at the dawn of time, but I still find him extremely handsome.

If I’m going out for an evening, regardless of who it’s with, I’ll put on a beautiful dress and enjoy taking the time to do my extensive beauty regime in the process. However, on a day-to-day basis I’m more than happy to lay like broccoli and veg in front of the TV in my massive knickers and pyjamas.

The Bloke’s a lucky man.

What about you? Do you make the effort to look good all the time? Do you like your partner to make the most of themselves when just relaxing at home?

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Image 2: Dita Von Teese