There's Something Wrong

In one of my recent posts, I alluded to the shock that almost overcame me when I heard my son mention that he'd lost his ear-ring.

Style Nazis are genetic

Yes I said genetic, not generic.

The Importance of Good Grooming

Most times I really don't care if I look scruffy or disheveled.

We've Changed

OK, I listened to the whining complaints, and I've counted the votes.
Apparently many people didn't like the colour effects I was using, so in compliance with modern appeasement techniques (Hey, it worked for the National Party) I've changed.

Hope you like it.  Because I don't like change, and I really don't want to alter the look of the blog again.

Change was also supposed to happen at Nuova Lazio High.

At the start of the year, we were told that we would be expected to comply with a staff dress code.  Fair enough, if the kids have to wear school uniform, then the staff should have the sense to be fair, and dress accordingly.
Mind you, if we dressed according to our social and financial status as teachers, then we'd end up looking like a gang of dispossessed refugees who had just survived a natural disaster.

But we should be setting some standards, but I think the powers-that-be forgot about the whole idea.  Based on the character of each Faculty in the school, I've decided to make some exemplars (in best modern pedagogical style) for the use of our staff.

The Art Department (Including Music and Drama)

The Senior Management

The Maths Department

The Science Department

The English Department

Social Studies

Physical Education
(No change here)

Technology Department

or possibly these

Computing Department

Have a nice day.
I'm off to set relief.

Knickers

Real Knickers

No, this is not a spurious title giving me an excuse to post pictures of unclothed young ladies. I don't need an excuse.


I'm talking about the different approach Men and Women have to underwear.

Funny pictures, broad elastic, good absorption

Guys wear pants/boxers/y-fronts etc. to protect their vulnerable and sensitive areas from friction, to absorb any bodily fluids/solids which might escape during manly farting and to soak up any late-release pee caused by an enlarged prostate. We want solid reliability, comfort, resilience, good broad elastic, high absorption ratios and if at all possible, funny pictures. We do not want lace, frills, see-through panels, gaps, elastic waistbands and never, ever, sequins.

Lace AND frills

Gaps

Ribbons AND sequins

How much would these soak up?  about 1 ml.

I know about these things. I'm a man. I've been buying my underwear for 5 years. I'm in my late 50s, but 5 years is the length of time between my Mum buying my keks, and my Beloved buying my keks. But they knew what I wanted.



I am completely lost when it comes to buying panties for my beloved as a Christmas present.

As soon as a guy walks into these shops, or even the specialised area of a department store, he can feel the disdainful looks of every woman in the area, plus hear the barely audible giggling emanating from the sales assistants.

Why on earth would women want to wear such things? They're completely impracticable. They're diaphanous, glittery, full of holes, trimmed with lace, in awful colours and amazingly expensive. But we're stuck. It's just a little stocking filler, but I can just see her face if I bought her a pair of Jockey shorts a la Dan Carter. No, these have to be appropriate. So I'll go for the purply-pinksh colour trimmed in a sort of a puce lacy stuff. I know she'll like it, because the smiling sales assistant said so. But it didn't have any funny pictures on it. It's a mystery.

Where's the funny pictures?

It's also a mystery why they're referred to as a pair of panties. I'm only buying one, so why a pair?



Ah the peculiarities of the English language; ever a joy.