The Woe of an Eight-Year Old
Well, so much for channeling my mother and Donna. I can't help it really; you are who you are; I was raised by wolves, I must be a wolf myself.
GoogleBreaks
I don't smoke; I don't have to leave my desk to have a cup of coffee. That means I have to find something to do for respite from the tasks at hand as I work. GoogleBreaks. Today I decided I would try to understand fully the veracity and purpose of the oft-whispered about.... Mormon Underwear.
I came to this curiosity after my Mom (who else?) said something about having some LDS patient at work (she is a nurse) who didn't remove his "garments". What I was told was that upon attaining a certain level of --what?-- in the church, all Mormons have this special underwear that they wear ALL THE TIME. Being the epidemiologist I am, I needed the specifications for ALL THE TIME. What about bathing? What about (gasp) sex?
You've got to love a GoogleBreak. I learned in 30 seconds more than I wanted to know. Its not that exciting. Kinda' weird, but hey---we're talking about a faith based upon virgins having babies and resurrections---I guess ritualized underwear isn't such a huge deal... In case you, too, share the curiosity about Mormon Underwear, allow me to point you in the direction . Unfortunately, there was no explicit answer to my question. Looking at the picture I'm guessing they have to take off "the garments" for cleaning and marital fun. It was more fun speculating than it is knowing.
Now I feel bad for being so childishly curious about religious people's underwear.
1 comment:
HEEHEEHEEHEE................they look comfy/cosy! Happy Birthday, Haley.
love, Cousin Carol
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