I have chunkt thighs, so thigh highs aren't my friend. If I'm going for slutty leglook, I prefer a garter belt, with lace top stocking and a skirt short enough for a glimpse of stocking, if I so desire.

But usually I just wear Target tights. The best, most comfortable tights were Express tights, but they don't make them anymore. Land's End are the softest and most long lasting -- I've had a pair for...6 years now.

So now I'm all baffled. Is a lingerie shower supposed to be one long dirty joke where you get your friend the most whorish thing you can find instead of anything genuinely beautiful or sexy, even if that's the only shower she's getting (this was it for my cousin)? Or, I'm wondering whether devoutly FAC single women, having possibly less experience of the world of lingerie than other women, just get all overexcited at the thought that one of their own is finally going to get to have sex and run out and buy up all the naughtiest stuff they can find because they don't know any better?

IMO, it's supposed to be about 80/20 sexy v. slutty. You have to have a couple of funny s;ut outfits to wear once (*and rip off in animal lust, or whatever) but most of it should be stuff she can wear a feel good in. I think maybe you were dead on about the girls' overexcitement = overcompensation thing.

ita, could it be that the cup doesn't fit properly? The breast should run smoothly into the cup. Or maybe when I think knit, I'm thinking a slightly thicker fabric -- I have that line with my best fitting bras in a t-shirt fabric, too.

EDIT: JZ, FWIW, this is what I plan on getting my friend for her bridal shower: [link]

I remember the first "personal" bridal shower I attended was for a friend of my sister's--everyone gave her the usual sexy lingerie, except for her very conservative mother, who actually gave her a flannel nightie, full-length!

could it be that the cup doesn't fit properly?

I guess it's this -- I've never found a non-full-coverage bra that fits properly, then. Because even unlined, if it's demi, I just have to inhale, and they're leaping for freedom again. Or pulling away from the cup. They're very willful, my breasts.

I hate them.

At least today.

Demis are made to put your ta-tas on display, like a pastry in a patisserie.

They're supposed to jump out at innocent bystanders. And growl. Or something.

I just have to inhale, and they're leaping for freedom again.

What a fabulous image.

They're supposed to jump out at innocent bystanders. And growl. Or something.

Yeah, but I've been lead to believe they're not supposed to be cut in half. And by demis I mean anything not full coverage. No go. Can't do. Out of the question.

Ok, now I'm flashing on all the Beatrice Small books I read in HS in which the heroine's massive breasts were invariably described as "birds (or doves) flying free into his callused yet gentle palms."

I'm talking about this: [link]

And no, one's breasts should not be guillotined.

That just sounds weird, JZ. Sounds like nervous jokey -- like they didn't know what to do PLUS had the one opportunity to deal with "sexy" things.

I will say, I was horribly disappointed that everyone at my cousin's shower but me and a couple of other people bought stuff off the registry. That's no fun!! There was not a negligee to be seen.