Feb 212016
 

SPANX/PANTYHOSE/GARTER BELTS, OH MY!

Boomer midlife crisis #2,493– I’m looking for a garter belt that I bought years ago for erotic folderol with a former partner. The goal is to protect my beleaguered lady parts (i.e. vaginal area.)
I’m looking for a garter belt for below-the-belt survival. After yeast infections and even more painful outbreaks on these tender tissues, I’m looking for liberation. Time for a mid-life lingerie manifesto.

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We Boomer women who are working and/or dating want to look our very best. So we take the most sensitive parts of our body and chafe them with denim seams, encase them in polyester, bisect them with thongs, imprison them in airless pantyhose, and squash them into Spanx and other undergarments with the strength of tensile steel. We’re supposed to be enjoying female liberation from girdles, corsets, hoop skirts, bustles, chastity belts–the suffocating, strangulating garments that endangered women’s health and lives. But are we?

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Once upon a time I was a clueless twenty-something traveling through France, equipped with the mandatory backpack and jeans. I almost fell into the English Channel as the overloaded backpack tipped me backwards, and had to be rescued by a doughty British tar who picked me up by its straps and deposited me on deck like an errant puppy. Once on shore, I made no friends on the Paris Metro carrying a backpack at just the right height to hit French commuters in the face. Merde, alors.

One night, we went to a working-class Moroccan bistro—it was all we could afford. The restroom was a few holes in the floor. I had to delicately balance not to stain my underwear or topple into the muck while praying that the bottoms of my jean pants wouldn’t soak up the surrounding effluence. A waitress waltzed in and whipped up her long skirt with no panties underneath. She was done in seconds, while I continued to totter in my Levis on the brink of disaster. (I was too preoccupied with my dilemma to notice—or care– if she washed her hands). Who was the freer female?

Not that we want to wax nostalgic about the good old days, as a brief review of the history of horrors of ladies’ lingerie demonstrates.

To give them credit, the Greeks and Roman ideal body type was a natural, pouting belly, large derriere and small breasts, which shows that the current skeletal style that fashion imposes on real women is the real mythology. Corsets date as far back as Crete, and weren’t deadly–like the hoop skirts that caught fire or became trapped in carriage wheels or machinery–but they did force organs to shift around, causing indigestion and constipation and eventually weakening back muscles. Nor did they leave much room for pregnant women’s fetus-incubating bellies.

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The Sears Roebuck catalog for 1890s offered corsets starting at eighteen inches-“the goal of all this winching was said to be a waist that a man could encircle with his hands.”

There’s the famous scene in Gone with the Wind when Mammie cinches in Scarlett’s mid-section to eighteen-and-half-half inches. Scarlett’s waist increases to twenty inches after three pregnancies, and she vows to have no more children, even if she loses Rhett Butler. What misplaced priorities—a corset instead of Clark Gable-probably due to a lack of oxygen to the brain, not to mention other body parts.

Which is why French revolutionaries burnt corsets in Paris in 1790s during the French Revolution for “freedom of worship and freedom of dress,” as detailed in An Underground Education.” Midlife ladies’ female hysteria was blamed on corsets,
although it was considered to be shocking to go without one.

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Amelia Bloomer didn’t actually create bloomers, but she was an early advocate of comfortable clothes. “ The costume of women…should conduce at once to her health, comfort, and usefulness; while it should not fail also to conduce to her personal adornment, it should make that end of secondary importance.” That Amelia was always a dreamer.

One would think that the eventual acceptance of women’s pants would create nirvana below the waist. But pants have seams and zippers and women have curves, creating unwanted friction and a fundamental contradiction, right where I feel them the most. Pants and jeans are designed for women whose stomachs are as flat as a pancake, or preferably concave, and a thigh gap as wide as their hips. Even at 106 pounds soaking wet, my recalcitrant belly rebelliously curves outwards.

Enter SPANX— the new corset.

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It’s hard not to resonate with the Horatio Alger story of Sara Blakeley, Spanx founder, current billionaire, wife and mother—a woman who triumphed over tragedy, overcame all the odds, and won the trifecta. How can any boomer woman not praise her in solidarity? She’s credited with reinventing the girdle, the control top, and shapewear in general, not to mention disappearing the panty line.

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But is all well in the brave new world of women’s shapewear?

According to one study, Spanx and other shapewear compress the stomach, intestines and colon, aggravating acid reflux, erosive esophagitis and stress incontinence. Then there’s meralgia paresthetica—tingling, numbness and leg pain because the peripheral nerve in the thighs is compressed—“it’s like putting giant rubber bands around your upper thighs and tightening them when you sit. Plus decreasing circulation, which can lead to blood clots. Shapewear also traps moisture, predisposing wearers to both yeast and bacterial infections and folliculitis when bacteria get trapped among the hair follicles. Diabetic and generously sized women are especially at risk.”

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If we don’t have underwear that feels as good as it looks, we’re still sisters under the skin—and below the waist-with the Chinese women who were crippled by having their feet bound, women whose ear lobes are enormously stretched by weights, and women whose necks are stretched artificially to resemble human giraffes.

Will the neglected garter belt save us? Garter belts are associated with kink, Victoria’s Secret, and Fredericks of Hollywood. I was on the exercycle last night, watching a telenovela with Jane the Virgin’s Rogelio (i.e. Jaime Camil). The hapless bridegroom is plied with drink by his nogoodnik friends and tempted by dancing girls—in garter belts. He is seduced by the bride’s nogoodnik sister—wearing a garter belt. The betrayed bride strips off her wedding dress in public, revealing a –garter belt—and runs away from the altar. (Nothing jiggles as she runs, which is how we know this is a work of fiction).

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I want to boogie like a 1920s flapper, free of chafing, bacterial incubation and saddle sores, while still being able to breathe. As wit, poet, and member of the Algonquin Club’s Vicious Circle Dorothy Parker said, “brevity is the soul of lingerie.” Liberate our lingerie! Bring back the garter belt.

  2 Responses to “SPANX ME: LIBERATE OUR LINGERIE”

  1. Snap!!!!!

    Pamela~

  2. Love this Dorth! As I get older the blue jeans in my closet are disappearing, being replaced with pants with elastic waists! Great writing!!

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