
Hey, now - Simon Doonan writes about VPL, a new brand of underwear, that is all about the visible panty line. Doonan explains why VPL has come not a moment too soon:
Anatomically lacerating underwear makes perfect sense in L.A., where young ladies—who are persona non grata unless they self-present like strippers—are rarely called upon to walk further than the length of the Fred Segal parking lot. For skip-along Manhattan career girls, however, the tug-tug-tug of a thong is an elective discomfort akin to being cut in half by a cheese wire. Cut that wire!
That's why Gothamist loves Simon Doonan so much. But thong wearing enthusiasts, don't depair, VPL does have a "compression belt": "It’s just as uncomfortable as a thong, but better designed and more flattering" says VPL co-founder, Jeffrey Costello.
VPL is sold at Louis Boston and Barneys, and clearly, Gothamist will need to investigate.




For we women with ample, Jlo-esque posteriors, thongs are a godsend. They are a heck of a lot more comfortable to wear than regular underwear, since that extra fabric works its way into the, um, area where the sun don't shine anyway.
I think it was Avenue D who rapped "Well, it wasn't a thong until you put it on."
"Minge!" HAHAHA. I shall do my part, at least, to incorporate "minge" into American vernicular. Well, as far as Philly's influence reaches, which admittedly is not that far.
For we women completely lacking any ample cushioning, thongs are also a godsend! I'm too tiny to fit into adult-sized underwear (sad, but true - too tiny for most adult-sized clothing, in fact) but thanks to thongs, I can wear *something* that won't sag, bunch up, or wrinkle.
Yes, it's a good idea