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The importance of what’s under your clothes

It’s not Thursday and this isn’t a regular What Would Wonder Woman Do posting. That said: Wonder Woman knows it’s important to wear appropriate undergarments at all times. For her, that means her superhero star-spangled costume.

What would happen if she forgot?

Image Credit
Image Credit

Yeah, it’s not all joy and glory in the world of superheroism. It’s not like the perfect costume magically appears. Instead, it becomes a permanent part of every outfit. Every day.

Or else…who will save the world when WW leaves her body suit, lasso, cuffs and tiara at home? Are you really going to rely on Superman?

Image Credit to Pixaby.
Image Credit to Pixaby.

The Daydream

I used to watch The Brady Bunch every day after school. It was a funny, wholesome show that taught decent values. (Good luck finding that on TV these days.)

Remember when Marsha was going to give a speech? She was SO nervous. The girl even had nightmares about things going wrong.

Then someone gave her this stellar advice:

“Imagine your audience is sitting there in their underwear.”

I’m still not sure how this is supposed to do anything other than make me gag crack up laughing.

But once I imagined people imagining me wearing nothing but my underwear, it suddenly mattered to me what those undergarments looked like.

Before? No one sees them anyway, so who cares if they are ratty, mismatched and borderline granny-gear?

Now I’m thankful for Victoria’s Secret.

Image from hellomagazine.com

If I’m ever in a car accident and they have to cut me out of my clothes, I won’t hang my head in shame. Thanks to VS, there will be color-coordinated bra and panties to wow and amaze those rescue workers.

Thanks to the 7 pairs for $27.50 sale and the semi-annual sale, once things start to look a little old and worn? In the trash they go and break out a new pair.

These are the sort of daydreams I have about what I’m wearing under my clothes.

So, yes, I think it’s important for us normal gals to consider this. Every morning.

The Nightmare

The nightmare is the opposite of the daydream. And it doesn’t involve Marsha Brady or any of that bunch.

It involves me being naked.

Isn’t that everyone’s worst nightmare?

You show up to an important interview – wearing nothing.

It’s the evening of your spouse’s award banquet. We’re talking black tie only people. When he thanks you from the stage, all eyes and cameras turn to you. A smiling you stands to accept his accolade…wearing…your birthday suit.

After all those shopping expeditions to Victoria’s Secret? This could never happen in real life.

And yet it haunts my sleep. Not as often now that I know I’m under-armed with coordinating bra and panties.

The above cartoon shows you Wonder Woman’s personal nightmare about this situation.

And if you change in a flash (like the video shows), it could create a living nightmare quite similar to the ones I shared.

The Reality Check

Let’s face it. I need a reality check in the department of undergarments.

The likelihood I’m going to have my clothes cut off by rescue workers? Not as likely as killing myself in the crash. (Well, then the undertaker will see my underwear, right?)

*Rolls eyes muttering, “Lost cause”*

I’m certainly never going to need to rip open my blouse to reveal the superhero bodysuit underneath. Because I’m not that kind of super hero.

And as far as undergarments go, if I looked like Wonder Woman does in her star-spangled suit, I’d be happy as a clam to wear it beneath my clothes.

Except…Is there a easy-open hatch for when I need to use the restroom? Because, I know this isn’t something superheroes think about, but I’ve gotta go. Every hour or two.

What’s your take on what no one sees beneath your clothes? Important or irrelevant?

Wonder Woman in Vegas

Wait a minute! Didn’t I just post about how Wonder Woman despises Las Vegas? I mean so much so that she wouldn’t even join me for a few moments by the pool.

Yep. I haven’t changed my story.

No matter what it sounds like according to the headline.

She wouldn’t set foot on the melty-hot pavement of The Strip. She did enjoy a few flyovers of the well-lit city after the sun went down.

They can see that place from outer space.

Actual Image from NASA

The last evening of our trip while my husband and I were walking off the excess chicken alfredo penini dinner we’d enjoyed, I ran smack dab into our gal Wonder Woman.

And laughed.

Because I knew the chances of her stepping inside this casino were astronomically high. Even if she needed to apprehend a criminal.

Because everyone knows once you step inside a casino you’re stuck like a rat in a maze.

No need for her to swoop in and save the day.

Let casino security handle it.

So what did I see that made me laugh? This:

A Wonder Woman Slot Machine
A Wonder Woman Slot Machine


When we walked by, there was a couple playing at one of the four stations. I had to stop because they were playing video clips from the Lynda Carter television series.

One of them involved the quick-change twirl and flash that transforms plain Diana into Wonder Woman. I could watch this all day long.

But look at the board and what you’re trying to match up?

This Machine is gold for sure
This Machine is gold for sure

Not that I know anything about slot machines (or gambling in general), but I got a kick out of this little Wonder Woman island in the middle of a great big casino.

A casino she would never enter.

So of course I snapped a photo (or four). I couldn’t wait to post proof that she had indeed landed in Vegas. Inside the casino at the Luxor.

Do you think she laughed when she saw the photos?

I’m pretty sure she called her lawyer or her press agent or someone like that.

Sold out to a slot machine. Those were the words she used.

Wonder Woman Wild? I don't think they want to see that
Wonder Woman Wild? I don’t think they want to see that

Whoops. Maybe I shouldn’t have laughed about that.

Or taken pictures.

Or posted them online.


It doesn’t mean anything. Our gal Wonder Woman despises Sin City. And someone is going to pay for using her face and name without permission.

Sure wouldn’t want to be that guy.

Wonder Woman Stops Terrorists

Our world needs superheroes. Instead, we’re plagued with villains. If Wonder Woman were here, she would stop terrorists in their tracks.

Since this is an election year, every little thing that happens in America gets used as propaganda. For this campaign or against that one.

And when the big things happen? You know, like a hundred people getting shot in a night club? The politicians are crass enough to use that as a stepping stone for their platform.

Terror and Terrorism

I’ve been in a car accident. I’ve been in several almost accidents. What I felt in those moments that stretched into endlessness? Terror.

And it wasn’t very pleasant.

Maybe some of you get an adrenaline rush from it.

And I understand the rush that accompanies being dropped from a hundred feet above the ground only to be snapped back at seemingly the last moment. I’ve done it. It’s called Geronimo.

You know why that sort of terror is okay? Because I chose to inflict it on myself.

A terrorist on the other hand never asks permission. Or forgiveness for that matter.

Terrorism is the use of violence and threats to intimidate or coerce, especially for political purposes (according to dictionary.com)

Wonder Woman stops violence in its tracks. Her bracelets send bullets back at the shooters. Her lasso forces the truth out of them.

In short, there’s no intimidating her. And that’s what we need in this day and age.

Vote Wonder Woman

I avoid all things political. This is something WW and I have in common.

But enough is enough.

We could use someone dedicated to fighting for right in the current political climate. Someone who doesn’t shudder and hide when a violent act of terror is rained on innocent people. Someone whose motives serve others rather than themselves.

She won’t stand up and push to pass new laws that infringe on the rights of citizens. No call to ban guns (although she doesn’t need them to fight crime – lucky her) from WW. It’s not in her nature to look at the victims and make some statement about their guilt or innocence.

We’re all guilty of something. No one deserves to be gunned down in the middle of a night out.

It would be nice to have a leader who stood up and said, “This has to stop.”

If only we could dial up the Justice League or The Avengers.

But then the media would scream about vigilante justice.

But where is the justice for these terrorists? Who will stop them from spreading terror?

I vote Wonder Woman.

If only she weren’t just a fictional character.

What do you think?

At the Mall with Wonder Woman

Welcome to What Would Wonder Woman Do, my new Thursday blog series. Some might claim that Wonder Woman and I are pretty close to the same person.

I mean born in 1966 and all.

But when it comes to shopping, Wonder Woman and I might not do the mall together.

What We Like

This is where WW and I don’t see eye to eye.

I like browsing through all the racks. And if they’re handing out free makeup application lessons, I’m in.

Sure, I’d like to buy into her line, “Why would you cover up your natural beauty?” but I’m not getting any younger.

Even though we both were born in 1966, WW hasn’t aged a day. Those comic writers keep her looking wrinkle-free and lithe.

Or maybe that’s her amazing (Amazonian?) genetics?

It seems we both tend to be from the “get in, get what you need and get out” school of shopping. If I don’t have a list to follow, I will either buy everything that’s on sale or nothing at all.

What We Don’t Like

Manequins. Those things are beyond creepy.

Pushy salespeople who say anything to get you to buy their products. I mean, why choose between Cinnamon and Cranberry? Buy both lipsticks because you’ll get 50 percent off your third item.

Perfume being sprayed in our face. Talk about making me sneeze. Even walking through a cloud of it and the toxicity gives me an instant headache.

Rude people who want to ruin the experience. They can cut you off, slam you with their bags, stomp on your toes or walk up to the register like you haven’t been waiting patiently for your turn.

And then there’s the Parking

I can be directionally challenged.

You know how you can press a button on your key fob and your car chirps? This feature was designed for me. Seriously. Why? Because I have been known to
1. Walk down several rows of vehicles looking for my car
2. Try to open a car that looks like mine but is actually NOT.

In the video, WW uses her Amazonian strength to move the idiot blocking the parking garage. I wish. Believe me laying on the horn doesn’t get the same results.

And you can bet she can find her vehicle without a problem. An invisible jet? And I wander aimlessly like a blind person now.

In short, WW can take me to the mall and handle all the rude people, but I think she’d better wait in the car. Or is that an invisible jet?

How do you picture a Wonder Woman trip to the shopping mall? Or maybe she’s a mega-store sort of shopper.