I’m the kind of girl who always puts my hand between my legs when I’m getting out of a car if I’m wearing a short skirt. I always wear underwear. It’s a personal rule.
Aren’t you relieved? Now you can take her home to momma.
(Link via email from, naturally, Manish Vij.)
Update: It seems underwear isn’t necessary if you know how to get out of a car. Reader Aparna sends me a delightful link to an article titled “How to Get out of a Car Gracefully Without Showing Your Underwear.”
I’m so glad men don’t have this problem.
But then again, maybe it’s not a problem.