Darling, please don't talk to me about your SPANX. If I compliment YOU and tell YOU that YOU look great in your dress, can't YOU just smile and say thank you? Don't say " Oh, it's not me. I'm wearing SPANX." I don't care about your girdle. Yes, I hate to burst your bubble but a SPANX is a girdle. Granted, SPANX represent the latest in girdle technology but if an undergarment flattens like a girdle and contours like a girdle, I'm inclined to state the obvious and call the darn thing a girdle.
For those who don't know what the heck a SPANX is, the brand offers "slimming undergarment innovations." Now, I have nothing against SPANX. They work wonders and give many women the confidence to wear clothing without worrying about revealing derriere dimples or a booty that continues bouncing even after you've been standing still for a full minute. If you don't want to wear SPANX, that is your choice. But if you are wearing a SPANX, can't it just be your little secret? I know we live in the age of TMI - too much information, But now we've reached the level of TMMI - Too Much Mundane Information. Is anything more mundane than a slimming undergarment?
When I was growing up girdles, slips and other foundation garments fell into that category of mysterious female clothing that I would discover as an adult. Their transformative powers were whispered in my ear by my mom and grandmother. They were garments that could form a part of my secret adult beauty arsenal. Clothing that could take my curves from girl next door to femme fatale.
Maybe I'm old fashioned but I think an air of mystery still holds a powerful allure. Legendary beauties like Marilyn Monroe, Dorothy Dandridge and Jayne Mansfield probably all wore slimming girdles from time to time but they didn't talk about it. Our perception of their beauty isn't diminished because they may or may not have worn girdles because nobody cares. Can't we follow in their footsteps and keep our SPANX to ourselves?





