Who Thought
Gail Boenning

Oh my heavens. I’m almost 44. I lived through the ‘80s and I definitely remember those bad boys. And no, I don’t remember the bastards having snaps. I was a kid, but I do remember Mom letting my sister and me wear them, and I remember her, the cousins, and the Aunties wearing them.

Basically it was pull the crotch to the side and hope for the best. Let’s hope there’s been some innovation since then.

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