It’s weird how you can hear something in passing, maybe on the street or while you’re flipping channels on TV, that can change your worldview a bit.
This one time in university, I was watching Married… With Children, which by the way is a show I despise, so I’m sure I was watching under duress at my friend Gord’s house, as he is a sucker for a sitcom. Anyway, Peg was talking about what a cheapskate Al was, and by way of example, stood up, thrust out her chest, and declared, “I haven’t bought a new bra in A YEAR!”
I was so bewildered. Was that so unusual? At the time I owned three bras and I’d had them for several years, at least three or four. I’d wear one for half the week, another for the other half of the week, then the third on laundry day. I certainly didn’t have $100 to run out and buy a bunch of new bras.
Maybe Peg meant that she only had one bra, and had to wear it every day, and thus couldn’t even wash it for a year?
Or maybe I was supposed to be replacing my bras every three months, and I was inadvertently living in a swill of grossness?
I didn’t even want to think about how old my underwear was.
I bought a new bra a couple of weeks ago so that’s why I’ve been thinking about Peg. I don’t think I’ll give you any more detail about my current underwear situation but thanks to Peg’s influence I think I’m in a cleaner, newer place now.