Fear & Loathing in Marks & Spencer’s – Where have all the Good Pants Gone?

Angst In My Pants:
Part 2 – Pants
An ill-fitting or unsightly pair of pants can  curb your enthusiasm no end, just as the perfect pair of everyday drawers can help you work, rest and play. Their inherent power is such that not only do superheroes sport briefs, but some have long since worn them over their tights – with pride.  Like the power behind the throne and all that, the role of pants is kinda taken for granted and they are used and abused with little to no thought, until one dares to bare, or they reveal themselves, usually via VPL or low slung slacks.  But more worryingly still, aside from causing low grade unease, according to the film, More than Pretty Knickers by Eco Boudoir, a really bad pair of pants can be bad for the planet.  Yes, the humble brief can be a toxic, energy guzzling, sweatshop produced menace.

So, armed with the knowledge your knickers could be more evil than Evel Knievel you try to find some kinder, ethical, eco-friendly, everyday underpants at a reasonable cost to you and the environment. 

How bad are your pants?

This, dear reader was my pant plan.  Setting out with a jaunty air of optimism and anticipation at some planet-loving pant action  I entered the underwear aisle of ‘your’ M&S only to have my hopes dashed and my plans foiled.  The place was awash in Fairtrade Cotton t-shirts and vests, yes, but knickers – nada.  I had hitherto not considered such an eventuality and this left me stumped.  The question was: where could I get me some good-for-everything, everyday briefs at an ever so nice price?

Fear not! I not only come armed with some good pants solutions, but also, I have some brief advice as to finding your perfect partner in pants anti-eco-crime.

Colour
The 70s penchant for the beige and brown colour palette has left a certain someone I know marred by the memory of being presented with a pair of brown y-fronts adorned with a fetching stamps of the world print, trimmed in orange – not to mention some vague consternation at his mother’s misguided notion that he was into philately. 

Everyday underwear should be understated, colour wise, I reckon, but, also there’s the whole dirty dye issue, which begs the question, do your patterned pants have something to hide?

The 70s was pants for pants

Fabric
Same guy, same pants, that other 70s obsession, nylon knickers, and a pair of polyester slacks, with cowboy and Indian print pockets – result:  sweat pants.  How a pre-pubescent boy could perspire that much has a remained a mystery to this day, but he has harboured a grudge against them postage stamp pants ever since. 

Cotton, of course, is the fabric of choice – as it’s supposedly kind to your behind, but it’s not always so great for mankind.  More sustainable fabrics like bamboo and Lenpur, a fibre made from cultivated tree clippings, are becoming popular alternatives – whatever doesn’t tickle your fancy is key to fabric choice… ahem.

Style & Fit
Once, on a camping trip with my family, I awoke to find I was wearing a huge pair of man’s olive green, tanga pants.  Was this a Jekyll and Hyde type situation I wondered vaguely. Had I been a fully grown male at night, only to awake my usual seven year old, girl self in the morning?  The truth was only slightly less sinister.  My little sister, her mind ravaged by days of Devon’s version of Deli Belly, had been awakened in the night by some strange grumbling noises she cunningly detected were coming from the vicinity of my knickers – this information from the same person who heard Rudolph get his antler stuck in the chimney.  So, naturally, given her past performance, my bleary-eyed parents took her at her word and finding it to be completely unfounded, continued in their somnambulist states to put me in some over-sized, misshapen, manky coloured dad pants – eergh.  So, yeah, style and fit maketh the pant.  

Go commando? I don't think so...

How to Wear
First wear your own.  Second wear one at a time – the aforementioned sister once wore about ten pairs she had taken a shine to, only for them to slide down her legs, gather in a heap at her feet and slip off into the street as she was being pushed along in her buggy.  Third, wear, some… If you’ve negated to wear your knickers, do not hold your skirt aloft in the middle of the Post Office and announce, ‘Mummy, mummy I’m not wearing any knickers!’ to all and sundry.  The apparent power inherent in going commando is totally diminished by scenes like these, but then again, going commando is pretty overrated unless you’re doing it for the fear factor – for most of us a good pair of pants is like an adult security blanket.

The Good – Bog Standard – Pant Guide
Make your tatty tees into new knickers – supernaturale
Say ‘pants’ to poverty and be a real do-gooder in the Pants to Poverty, Purely Natural, organic and fairtrade pants
Bag yourself some anti-bacterial bamboo briefs – Spirit of Nature

Part 1 – Bras

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Gok & Goth – Beauty Revolution & Revelation

No amount of styling is going to help if you aren’t happy in your own skin (The word according to Gok -allegedly).

Gok - style god or devil in disguise?

Go Gok!  And so I was really keen about the whole Miss Naked Beauty thing. No, not a naturist pageant.  It’s a “search for a modern-day Eve” …  “a woman who embodies … confidence, spirit, sex appeal, brains and beauty (inside and out).”  The winner will be crowned beauty ambassador to the masses, writing industry exposes for Glamour magazine.  I liked the idea, just not so sure about the execution. The Times’ TV critic, Andrew Billen, wrote:

“Gok lured a herd of wannabe beauty queens to Blackpool pier and thence to an old-fashioned municipal swimming baths from which the water had been emptied. With just 15 seconds warning the women, already stripped to their underwear, were then hosed down until every trace of make-up was exterminated.

“Girlfriends, I love you!” shrilled Gok, perhaps to prevent aberrant images of the Holocaust popping into viewers’ minds.” 

Yep, my initial reaction was ‘cattle’, ‘slaughter’ and ‘holocaust’, however having watched subsequent episodes I’ve come to think that ‘the pool scene’ was not so much massively misjudged as an uber cool calculation – it got people talking.  And perhaps it was a symbolic death for those women.  Or for the seaside beauty pageant.  In a way it could be seen as a ritual marking a transition, a phoenix rising from the ashes, that sort of thing – or is that just my Classical education rearing its ugly head?

Death of the beauty queen

It wasn’t until I was doing a bit of digging behind the scenes for this here piece, that I realised how Gok is loved and loathed in pretty much equal measure across the press.  Hadley Freeman writing for The Guardian quoted one paper as dubbing the stylist “the saviour of modern womanhood”; whilst goddess of morning TV Lorraine Kelly calls him “the messiah”.  Oooh, ‘Eve’, ‘saviour’, ‘messiah’, the Biblical references abound!  There’s nothing like building someone up so you can watch them fall… consider other positive high profile campaigns: Jamie Oliver’s School Dinners – now the Ministry of Food – or the Anya Hindmarch / We Are What We Do ‘I’m Not a Plastic Bag’, for example, both of which received some overly hostile responses in the media and sometimes by the public.  The problem: no-one likes a smart arse telling them what to do – especially if there’s a whiff of hypocrisy to be found (M&S poster girl, Mylene Klass, crusading for women to go au naturel whilst herself daubed in war paint, for instance). And I’d question the unbiased nature of any report this Miss Naked Beauty ambassador may ‘write up’ in Glamour magazine – won’t their advertising sponsors have something to say about that? 

Theda Bara - the vamp

The “essential beauty kit” the contestants were given in the third episode really intrigued me though – capsule beauty, great!  I have to say, nothing overwhelms me more than the vast array of beauty products available nowadays, and the idea that there were just five essentials calmed my overloaded, advertising weary mind.  I wish they hadn’t included Vaseline though.  My mum, long time beauty therapist and former owner of a health & beauty salon, swears by the stuff;  but as a petroleum by product it ain’t that eco friendly or that great for your skin; and it’s not so much a moisturiser as a barrier – I use it when tinting my eyelashes, to protect the surrounding skin and thus avoiding the Theda Bara look. Wouldn’t shea butter have been a more appropriate ‘all-round good guy’ product?

Talking of vampires, the revelation that the goth goddess girl had the best skin, age-wise, was a great advocate for keeping outta the sun… and being a goth, I guess.  Most the other contestants had skin aged 5 – 9 years older than their actual age, whereas goth goddess’s was about 8 years younger! Mum, a bit of a tanorexic in her heyday saw a lot of ladies who lunched and lounged in the sun suffering with skin cancer, so advised my sister and I to keep out of the sun, or at least slap on the sun block and shades.  Although she did complain about the resulting obsession with black and boots on the beach – if we ever ventured into daylight.  So, maybe it’s ‘Go Goths!’ And being nocturnal and thus ‘pale and interesting’ is the answer to eternal youth – rather than drinking the blood of virgins a la Elizabeth Bathory (think Ingrid Pitt in Countess Dracula!).   

Perhaps Addams Family style will become the norm and Goth Lolitas will haunt high streets everywhere.  Posh and Kate will be ousted and fashion icons will be Kirsten Dunst in Interview with a Vampire; or Winona Ryder in Beetle Juice as we encounter not so much a Gok revelation, as a Goth revolution…

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