Everyone’s done shit they are embarrassed by. You know the kinda of stuff—that late night drunken text that you thought was oh so witty—but only got you a restraining order. Or maybe the time you turned up as Hitler at the fancy dress party for Hymie’s bar mitzvah. Or, that Christmas party when you woke up in bed with your girlfriend’s mother. No? Maybe that was just me then….?
That embarrassing shit we’ve all done—that we’re still so sickeningly ashamed about—well, that was the seventies… Except the seventies didn’t give a fuck. The seventies wore all that bad taste stuff out in public like it was the Nobel-fucking-Peace Prize for ending war, starvation and world poverty.
And you know something—I gotta be honest—I kinda respect that attitude of not giving a fuck about what anyone else thinks. Just enough to tip the hat to the boys and girls who were brave enough to wear these cheesy (maybe not the right word to use here…), shockingly bad taste underwear.
British Bulldog produced a range of seventies underwear that was “funtawear.” There was no subtlety here. Just saucy innuendo with straplines like “Slippery when wet,” “The Big One,” “Rub Here,” and “No Shortage….” Someone, somewhere obviously thought such humor would be a big turn on when stripping off in front of a hot date.
And why the hell not.
Have a peek at more saucy underpants, after the jump…