Puerile Panty-philes

July 1st, 2017 by Harrumpher Leave a reply »

What titillates boys and why does that carry over to men? A stereotype of fetishizing the mundane and inherently nonsexual was the scandal of glimpsing a woman’s ankle (invariably clothed in an opaque stocking) when her massive dress moved. We are not so advanced from there.

I think of:

  • A stairway in a student union
  • Japanese no-pan coffee shops
  • British rapture with glances at underpants as a woman leaves a car (and that culture’s fascination with sideboob)

It’s apt that we Americans bear the brunt of ridicule about our attitudes toward both bare breasts and adultery. The French in particular long long snorted in disdain that we should grow up. For example POTUS Clinton accepting fellatio in his office would not be of interest to a Parisian. Isn’t that what roués, especially powerful ones, do?

Brits too enjoying feeling superior to us in how we hide and even prosecute public breasts and nipples. Yet by regulation and self-censorship, their media pixelate all female and male sexually associated body parts.

British media also love images of celebrity women caught by paparazzi awkwardly exiting a limo. If they expose underpants, the Brits seem to pant. If they are without any cloth there, scandal…

Likewise, exhibitionist women appearing in a top that displays the side of a breast (no nipple exposed), are slut shamed in UK media. Sideboob is another Brit scandal.

Student Union Runway

In a culture shock during college at the University of South Carolina, I marveled at the fetish for women’s underwear. The most obvious instance was on the sweeping stairway that joined the lower level of the student union (with the student mailboxes and cafeteria) with the upper level (study lounges and club/student paper area.

Numerous louts staked out voyeur spots in chairs at the bottom, literally and in several ways figuratively. This was an era of panty girdles, pettipants and underpants, all under skirts. The young men expressed great joy at glances at the nylon and cotton, giggling all the while like kindergartners.

Their glimpse of what my grandmother’s generation called unmentionables was their scandal and thrill. Well, honestly though, for those of us from New York and New Jersey, we were like the French are with us. What was worthy of even noticing? No sexual parts, no contact… It was definitely where’s the beef?

In Osaka

One of my old hometowns, Osaka, was the birth city of no-pan kissa, starting in the 1980s. Yes, the Japanese men have long had a fascination with underwear. They buy them used, clean or otherwise. They are as puerile as the Carolina louts in trying to sneak glimpses.

The no-panty coffeeshops were a obvious next step. Unlike much of Japanese fetish culture, these shops lacked subtlety. The waitresses typically wore short skirts and were bare underneath. Moreover, many shops had mirrored floors for full-on voyeurism. A few even allowed touching the waitresses (as a prelude for a heavy tip, no doubt, but no intercourse or other serious sexual contact).

What the non-F?

For the majority not in those insular cultures, what is the thrill and justification for underwear worship? In such diverse times and places, what has so perverted boy-to-men thinking? Were mothers and sisters so protective of their undergarments that these took on mythic status?

Such shared fantasies and titillation clearly can be bonding experiences, much like rabid rooting for your school or region sports team. It’s what men do. Still from the outside, this fetish is not thrilling to most of us.

Instead, as Cole Porter wrote:

In olden days, a glimpse of stocking 
Was looked on as something shocking. 
But now, God knows, 
Anything goes.

I believe that to the underwear fetishist, what’s the thrill in that?

 

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