Caitlin Moran
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On December 3, an attempt by a 23-year-old man, John Marsey, to fry a slice of bread went alarmingly wrong. Within minutes, his kitchen was ablaze. Thankfully, however, Marsey and his cousin, Darren, were able to conjure up a makeshift fireblanket. They grabbed a pair of John’s mother’s size 18 to 20 M&S “big pants” from the washing basket and threw them on the raging pan .
“If they’d been my daughter Sarah’s skimpy knickers, they wouldn’t have done any good,” Mrs Marsey said, posing with her huge pants for a local news story. And, in that instant, she encapsulated the implacable moral, spiritual, political and, most importantly, practical superiority of big pants.
People, I’m going to lay this one right on the line, right here, right now: I’m pro big pants. Indeed, pace Mrs Marsey, I’m currently wearing a pair that could have put out the Great Fire of London at any point during the first 48 hours or so.
This is because I believe if you’re going to do something, you should do it well. If I backcomb my hair, I’m not going to stop until it’s fully 2ft above my head and has to be karate-chopped in the middle if I want to put a hat on. And if I’m going to wear pants, I’m going to wear something that actually contains my entire botty-bot – instead of just hanging around the middle area, scantily, supposedly sexily, like a gift ribbon on a slightly battered parcel.
Lovely readers, if I have distressed you with how much you have just learnt of my underwear predilections, then it is, I’m afraid, matched only by how distressed I have been to learn of the underwear predilections of others. In 2008, knickers are no longer a secret.
Pencil skirts, skin-tight jeans and leggings – they all allow us to witness an exact outline of the wearer’s pants; rather like “Geo-Phys” print-out on Time Team, but for undies.
And what these results tell us is that there is scarcely a woman in Britain wearing a pair of pants that actually fit her. Instead of having something that, sensibly and reassuringly, contains both the buttocks – what I would call a good pair of pants – they’re wearing little more than gluteal accessories, or arse-trinkets. They’re all in briefs, demi-briefs, bikinis, strings, midis, hi-legs or thongs.
These tight, elasticated, supposedly saucy partitions across the mid-derriere are, in terms of both comfort and aesthetics, as cruel as the partition between India and Pakistan. There is catastrophic physical displacement. Entire body parts are split asunder, and undertake vast migrations. With my own eyes, I have seen women walking around out there with anything between two and eight buttocks – and placed anywhere between the hip and the mid-thigh. This enforced deformity is not the fault of the pants. They are little guys, simply overwhelmed by the task that faces them. They are outnumbered. They are the Alamo. They are, indeed, often in terrible danger – many look like they’re on the verge of being absorbed by their owners. A&E departments must have had a few emergency admissions for “emergency admissions” in their time.
Women, this manner of underwear cannot be an act of sanity. Why are we starving our bottoms of the resources – like an extra metre of material – to stay comfortable? Why have we succumbed to pantorexia? It is, of course, all a symptom of women’s continuing, demented belief that, at any moment, they might face some snap inspection of their “total hotness,” and have to reveal their underwear to a baying crowd, possibly featuring George Clooney. In this respect, women have communally lost all reason. Ladies! On how many occasions in the past year have you needed to wear sexy pants? In other words, to break this right down, how many times this year have you suddenly, unexpectedly, had sex in a brightly lit room, with a hard-to-please erotic connoisseur? Exactly. On those kind of odds, you might just as well be keeping a backgammon board down there, to entertain a group of elderly ladies in the event of emergencies. It’s more likely to happen.
You know, when it comes to sex, you have to remember men are blessedly, almost serenely, laisser-faire creatures. Girls – THERE ARE MEN OUT THERE HAVING SEX WITH BICYCLES. Whether you wear sexy pants is neither here nor there to them. They’re really not that fussy. Remind yourself of this every day. For instant calmness, it’s better than meditation. Imagine if men indulged in similarly demented levels of needless overpreparation. If they did, they’d all have two tickets for a mini-break to Prague in their boxers, lest they come across a lady doing spot-checks on their levels of “total dreaminess”. As you may have noticed, men just aren’t doing that in their pants. Indeed, in this inclement weather, they’re barely keeping their genitals in there.
Of course, while ostensibly both a literally and figuratively small problem, in actuality, women’s tiny pants have massive ramifications for us as a nation. It cannot have gone unnoticed that our global power has waned in tandem with the waning of our pants. When women wore undergarments that extended from chin to toe, the sun never set on the British Empire. Now the average British woman could pack a week’s worth of pants into a matchbox, however, we have little more than dominion over the Bailiwick of Jersey, and the option to buy-to-let the Isle of Man.
All the good that women getting the vote has done has been undone by their constant struggle against their tiny, uncomfortable pants. How can 52 per cent of the population expect to win the War on Terror, if it can’t even sit down without wincing? Women, the first wave of feminism was burning our bras. The second wave, I devoutly hope, will be being able to put out fires with our big pants.
No more sins of the flesh-coloured pants
Do not, however, get me wrong here. While I eschew the modern tiny pant, I am no fan of the majority of modern big pants, either. Why do they all look so horrid? Numerous vintage lingerie websites reveal another possible world: bright teal French knickers in silk, ribbony bloomers, frilly cancan scanties and amazing satin shorts from the 1950s – all gorgeous, yet also able to contain fully what I refer to as my “better half”. Walk into M&S, however, and anything more capacious than a tea-bag looks horrible. And why? Because it’s all flesh-coloured. Flesh-coloured is awful. No one likes flesh-coloured. Flesh-coloured is bad coloured. It’s noticeable that nothing in the world, apart from big bras and pants, is flesh coloured. You never get flesh-coloured shoes, handbags, or mittens. No one would specify a “meaty beige” for a sofa. Or car. Or gloves. And yet, some unwritten rule seems to specify that all properly sized modern pants need to be the colour of an uncooked pork chop. When I finally get hold of the Tardis, I shall eschew all of time and space in favour of popping into John Lewis in 1952 and picking up some pants.
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The fact that I know about a pair of pants being used to put out a fire in Hartlepool reminds me of the eternal mystery of the Amusing Local News Story. How do these stories get out? Is it accidental? Is every regional branch of the emergency services unlucky enough to possess a gossipy person, who always lets these stories slip in the pub after a few Baileys?
Or is it that there is some “amusing local news story” press officer, whose job it is to ring the local paper every time that a man on his stag night is found handcuffed to a local monument, dressed as Bam Bam from The Flintstones? Either way, it’s comforting to know that if I ever get fired from The Times – possibly for quacking on about pants – there is one other job for which I am qualified.
Caitlin Moran was a published author at the age of 16 and went on to be one of the new wave of music journalists at Melody Maker in the mid-1990s. She has been writing for The Times since 1992, mainly on popular culture
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I just spewed my coffee all over my computer screen from laughing.
I fully concur. And you put it so eloquently. Practically elegant prose.
Janna Lewis, Killeen, Texas, USA
Thank you Boydie from Glasgow, I've passed on the Jeff Banks shorts tip to my bf. Also, Caitlin's article has prompted me to overhaul my knicker drawer and I found some lovely new big pants (by Fayreform) in the Figleaves sale, plus some at my local lingerie specialist (also on sale). So I can finally chuck out my '90s relics. Not sure any of the new ones would put out a chip pan fire, mind you.
Wendy V, Isle of Wight,
"They are the Alamo".
Wickedly funny article, bravo Caitlin. And of course, a very sensible point of view. As a young man myself, I don't care much what my girlfriends are wearing.
alex, paris, france
As a man I feel i must concur. I am sure many of my fellow men will nod sagely in recognition of the advantages of more fullsome items of male underclothing, when faced with, shall we say, a small yet unexpected natural disaster ; ).
Shocker, Cambridge,
Finally a sensible voice! I'm with you all the way, Caitlin, especially in the idea that big knickers should also come in pretty colors. You can actually find some over here from Hanes, among other brands--Google a bit and you'll find them.
Shannon, Belspring, VA, USA
I'm with you, Caitlin. Speaking as a man, I can say honestly that the only thing I find less arousing than underpants that look like medical bandages applied to some wound are underpants the color of flesh that SHOULD be covered with a medical bandage. Even white is sexier than beige. The thong is wrong -- and all its meager relatives. Less is less. I love underpants that sort of look like very short skirts; that have some visual complexity and mystery, something that invites -- exploration. Yes, for the good old days when the sun never set on the British Empire; and, more to the point, when it never set on an Englishwoman's underwear.
Robert, Elizabethtown, USA / New York
From these comments, I see the world is still full of dirty old men and silly women who let their sex down.
Judy , Liverpool, england
Has it never occurred to anyone that some men actually ENJOY seeing the castigated VPL?
Just George, Swindon, UK
I don't know where the women who claim thongs are uncomfortable are doing their shopping. I've reached the point where if I'm wearing briefs, I feel overdressed, no matter what they look like. Well-fitting thongs and G-strings are extremely comfortable. It might be an anatomical issue depending on how one's buttocks are formed (I'm not a gym bunny, so it's not as if I have no posterior to wind up feeling chafed). And if someone's thong is breaking up the line of how their slacks fit, they're wearing the wrong size for sure. The purpose of the thong and G-string is to eliminate the panty line, not create it.
Brenda, San Francisco, USA
Went to the sales yesterday in need of an entire wardrobe of new pants as husband dyed mine a turgid grey in the washing machine. Noticed that all the unwanted ones are the thongs. Agent Provocateur do some fab sexy and fun big knix.
Alicia, Islington,
Londongirlinmanchester - thanks for confirming my suspicions! I think that's the point of clothes beyond functionality isn't it? To make the wearer look and feel good.
Obviously ill-fiting and ill-advised garments don't really meet the criteria of looking or feeling good!
I'd be happy if thongs were cut from the records tomorrow, the cause my eyes more pain than they do pleasure (mostly due to unwelcome public displays!).
To play devil's advocate (having watched my nephew's savagely open my lovely sourced Christmas presents) - are we sure that "it's not the packaging, it's the present" as Dave in California puts it.
Dave , Shoreditch, London, UK
Three cheers for big knickers! They are sexy! I an't abide skimpy ones on women. Ditto pubic hair! sahven havens are seriously n-sexy!
Let's bring back natural woman!
steve moxon, sheffield,
Just about gagged on my coffee when a steaming bevy of sinewy lady cyclists descended on my breakfast cafe this morning; mysterious, ugly bulges distorting the lines of their sweat-soaked lycra. Ah, for the good old days when girls were all frilly and proud of it!
Bill, Brisbane, Australia
Good for you Peter. I can't do without the odd Gaussian curve either, and I'm only 41.
Marc C, Holland,
who is Clarissa?
Simon, Crawley, Sussex
Here in Japan, us boys can get down the 100-yen shop for vest, pants and socks. Did it today. That's like £1.40 the lot. Hell, it's cheaper to chuck um than wash um. You women simply have to choose function over fashion. When the new man in your life says, "You having a bath or shower, Love?", you'll kick yourselves for spending a fortune on underwear.
Andrew Milner, Yokohama, Japan
I am nearly 76 and still enjoy the occasional flash of frilly little knickers under a miniskirt.
Girls, please don't take away the last remaining bit of fun you can give me!
Peter Lloyd, BLACKER HILL, South Yorkshire
Brilliant, essay.
Clarissa: You really must go out immediately and copyright the term "Arse-Trinkets"! Do it now, before someone starts a lingerie line of the same name.
Sharon Langworthy, Chicago, Illinois, USA
Wendy V,
Your boyfriend need look no further than the glory that is the Jeff Banks trunk experience. Cotton with 'a hint of lycra'. Aye there is the rub (and yet, no actual friction). There is a need for lyrca but not too much, lest it all gets a wee bit too much like - the tropics in the trousers....eh anyway...to summarise.hey are excellent and you can get them for about a fiver per pair. And, one last point, which Caitlin didn't mention, was the problem for the gent as regards the front of the pant. Buttons need to be eschewed - embrace the fly trunk. Literally? That's your own business!
boydie, Glasgow, Scotland
Sweethearts... It's not the packaging. It's the present.
Dave, Fremont, California
Too right, Caitlin. I've always been a fan of the big pant, but like them to look good, too. I remember coveting the type worn by Melanie Griffith in the film Something Wild back in 1986 (she straddles Jeff Daniels in them at one point). I went into Selfridges lingerie dept and specifically asked the assistant if she'd seen the film. She hadn't a clue what I was on about.
A few years later M&S brought out a line that was perfect - black, with embroidery detail and a black net panels at the sides, very sexy - and I bought about a dozen pairs. Sad to say I've found nothing so good since.
But my boyfriend also has trouble finding good pants: black, long-legged ones that don't ride up. He finally found the right sort (on Figleaves) before Christmas, for £22 a pair! I've never spent that much on pants myself.
Wendy V, Isle of Wight,
I can fully appreciate the sense and sensibility disseminated, pithily as ever, by Caitlin but - being a) a man and b) a man that largely judges the suitability of a partner by her choice of underwear ('special days' excepted) - and I have a misogynist male chorus of approval behind me here, this discussion being had a few weeks ago, myself plumping in favour of seven different colours of the La Perla Magic Silk Knicker's (probably not the correct name of the style, but no matter) that, crucially, have the little bows at the side that disrobe the wearer with the slightest little tug - and I make no apologies for this. I am of the standpoint that a women's choice of underwear outlines (not defines - that would be churlish) the divinity of her feminimity. And I would also like to point out that the aforementioned La Perla number's cover a substantial area. But they are a bit pricey. But who cares? They're magic! You can't put a price on magic...
Gerard Urquhart, Edinburgh, Scotland
Dave in Shoreditch -
Personally, most days I wear plain cotton undies which may not reach up to my belly button but do cover everything they are meant to (as opposed to thongs which I do believe are the most uncomfortable piece of apparel ever invented).
However, to answer your question I, like Caitlin, would also prefer it if it was easier to obtain lovely pretty french knickers and cute shorts etc. On the days I wear lacy french knickers I feel like dynamite - distinctly more sexy as a result. It's a fab-u-lous feeling! I have SO much more self-confidence on those days, and not just about how I look, but about everything!
It's just a shame that it is so hard to find that type of gorgeous but also functional knickers which make a girl feel like a million dollars (and are also within a reasonable budget).
Long live pretty (but functional) knickers!
LondongirlinManchester, Manchester,
Has a man, last I checked, I've always preferred the type of underwear that flatters the wearer rather than cutting her in two. I've never understood just how thongs (g-strings) and the like could possible be comfortable to wear. They have all the support capability of Network Rail on new year's eve, and are smaller than a pygmies privates.
Thankyou Clarissa, for confirming what I suspected, that these torture devices are indeed better suited to cutting cheese or holding fruit, than cosseting ones 'better half'.
Whilst saggy, badly fitting pants in retirement home beige, are up their with bad breath or Big Brother as a turn off. A pair of big comfy pants, is more appealing as they provide an element of surprise. The wearer is comfortable and happier since she's less likely to do a Britney, and the VPL that's made an unwelcome return will be banished; nothing says chav better than your undies on display. I mean Kylie's bum may look great on a poster but I bet at home she's got big ones!
Lewis, London, UK
Having written a whole column in praise of sensible underwear, and realised that 90% of the time it doesn't matter what your underwear looks like, Ms Moran contradicts herself in the sidebar ('No more sins of the flesh-coloured pants') where she admires vintage lingerie and complains that M&S' products looks horrible because they're flesh-coloured. Um, referring back to the main column, why does it matter if they look horrible?
Ladies, believe me: nothing, nothing, NOTHING is so tacky as visible underwear. Your bra must NOT show through your chiffon top, and your pants must NOT show through your trousers. If a flesh-coloured bra doesn't show, wear one. Even the straps mustn't show: don't wear a strapless dress or "strappy top" with visible bra straps. If there's no way to stop your bra showing under your garment, you have only two alternatives: don't wear a bra, or don't wear the garment.
Therefore, choose underwear for comfort, fit and invisiblity, not for looks.
John, Winchester,
There is nothing better than a comfortable pair of knickers, and they don't have to of the Bridget Jones' variety. It is the cut more than anything that makes the difference. So Jimbo can rest assured in his chauvenistic paradise that he will still be able to enjoy (nice) ladies' bottoms in sexy pants. Perhaps he could clarify why he had to put (nice) in there? How does your rear end rate for us females, by the way Jimbo? Is it (nice)? I succumbed (once) to the recent g-string fad and spent the whole day wanting to pull out the offending garment from between my buttocks where it had lodged making me feel extremely uncomfortable. However one can hardly start digging around and pulling for relief in public. Also, if you are able to restore the garment to a more comfortable position via the ladies' loo, within seconds it's right back where it was! So shop around ladies. There are pants out there which are sexy, pretty, well-cut and above all, comfortable.
Clarissa, Melbourne, Australia
As a man (echoing what you've astutely established) I'm not troubled (directly at least) by these pants-based dilemmas. However, one point I wanted to chuck in if I may...
We are told at times (and granted, this may have been on the Jeremy Kyle Show) that women dress in certain ways to feel sexy for themselves, not necessarily just as a precursor to Nigel from IT making for a furtive grope at the water cooler.
So perhaps there's some positive externality to this whole uncomfortable equation that you've missed.
Be interested to hear any thoughts on that one...
Dave, Shoreditch, London, UK
When I was about 13, my mother managed to lock my family out of our house and as a result had to call the fire brigade to break into it for us. A rather trifling episode in my opinion but nonetheless it managed to make it into our local paper the next day!
Rachel, Devon
Rachel, Plymouth, England
This might be the funniest article Ive ever read on this site. Caitlin, thanks for making me laugh so much
Minzo, Kigali, Rwanda
I'm sure the big pants thing is all well and good for the ladies, but I'm a man, and I want to see (nice) ladies bottoms au natural, or at the very least in tiny sexy pants, not in huge figure-destroying big pants.
Jimbo, Newcastle upon Tyne,
I nearly wet my big knickers laughing at this! I have been of the opinion for decades that the smaller and lacier the article, the more chance there is of seeing it through your clothes, not to mention the lumps and bumps it produces.
We all used to deplore the VPL (visible panty line, as they say over here) so why this awful trend of elastic bits appearing two inches above the trouser top? Give me larger, plainer, smoother knickers every time. I even have to go so far as to defend the beiges and creams since any other colour limits the amount of clothes you can wear on top. Call me boring, but at least my bum's controlled!
Toni S Hargis, expat, Chicago, USA
and 'even the occasional visitor to the gym' is a typical female shape ?
bums are seldom 'relatively toned' and even a 'relatively toned' bum looks daft in knickers which are too small and / or distort the natural shape....
Rosie, Stamford, UK
Even an occasional visitor to the gym will find that a relatively toned bum will comfortably support itself without the need for elasticated scaffolding.
Neel, London,
Ha! You're funny.....and this nearly made me choke this morning;
"like a gift ribbon on a slightly battered parcel"
Ladies, please don't listen to her! Carry on wearing sexy pants please!
Jonny, London, UK