In case it isn't already obvious, this post is aimed at women rather than at men. Or at any rate, those women (or men) who wear women's underpants, hereinafter to be referred to as "undies".
It's very possible that millions of you have never been annoyed by the need to remove undies while peeing. This could be because you either do not wear undies (perfectly reasonable -- one of my cousins (and I will NOT say which) told me, years ago, that her mother didn't believe in wearing 'em. I was deeply impressed) or because you have already discovered the solution I am about to reveal or because you wear split-crotch panties, which, I am told, nonscarlet ladies know nothing about, despite having seen salacious advertisements for them (the undies, not the ladies) in comicbook end-pages. Whatever the reasons, this post is not aimed at you but at all your friends and relatives who have not yet seen the light (but would like to).
The solution is this: you prepare yourself to pee without removing the undies -- whether sitting or squatting -- and then you just reach underneath yourself, pull your undie aside and, umm, pee. It's as simple and brainless as that. Most undies these days have elastic around all their edges, and even if they don't, it makes very little difference: the gusset underneath is very easy to pull aside and just as easy to return to its position.
Amazing as it may be to confess this, I have spent some part of my 55 years fretting about having to pee out in the open, while en route to a picnic spot (or indeed AT a picnic spot since I belong to the generation and type of family that believed it was utterly bourgeois to frequent picnic spots which had been created for picnickers, complete with cement-concrete benches and public toilets). I don't go out on picnics or long-distance car journeys anywhere near as often as I used to as a child, but it does happen now and then.
Just last week, f'rinstance, when I was in Bombay, I went up to Panchgani in the company of my friends A and J, who drive up every weekend, to visit their farm. I may blog about this visit at greater length some other time, but on this occasion, the relevant point I want to make is that, as one might expect of farmland that was only bought last year, there was no loo. A and J, being men, had no concerns. I knew that I would, eventually. When that time arrived, I was pointed in the direction of a handy tree, behind a screen of walls and bushes.
This was when I, for the first time, employed the above-described method of peeing without having to bare the royal bum to the elements. The weird thing is, I've thought of it many times but never actually done it. Can't explain why. After all, there are many occasions when (in trains, in airport toilets) the only available toilet is a floor-level squatter. If you are anything like me, then you will have cursed the need to be perched above the toilet-pan with your ankles shackled in a tiny elastic undie that has been stretched to breaking point, while you pee. The option is to partially disrobe. This means removing the undie from one leg, which means that you must balance on one foot while performing this operation, attempting all the while to prevent the intimate underparts of your garment coming in contact with your germ-laden shoe as the undie passes over it ...
Well. You get the picture. It's been a nuisance. And yet I've never, before last week, considered the very simple solution described above.
Isn't that astonishing? The funny thing is, it really is less hassle and yet I must report a peculiar resistance to doing it -- like discovering that I'm a closet-Nazi and not wanting to admit it. I don't even know if it's unusual. Is it? I don't normally discuss peeing procedures with my friends (or even, it must be admitted, with my enemies) nor do I attempt to watch what others do, so I have no existing fund of information to share on the subject. I did once review a book called THE BATHROOM, by Alexander Kira, but that was many years ago and anyway, it did not concern itself with undies at all but the design of bathroom fixtures.
I need hardly add, moving the panty aside is the easier solution to disrobing prior to peeing wherever one needs to go, at home as well as anywhere else -- yet I still prefer to take the longer route (i.e., the pull-'em-down approach)! This reluctance is, in my opinion, bizarre, so I have begun applying corrective measures.
And when you've disentangled yourself from your underwear, here's a list of words distilled from the WASHINGTON POST MENSA INVITATIONAL, sent to me by my tireless buddy Anvar. Some really good ones. Lists like this are a serious JOBSTACLE ...
Contemporary words you should know
A journalist using someone else's beeper
A small, barely audible emission of wind from the anus, ridiculous in nature.
Unhappy, miserable, desperate sexual intercourse between two unmarried persons.
Large, unintelligent, hairy people meandering obliviously in your path and not letting you pass by
Party at a monastery or convent
The inexplicable sense that you have smelled that malodorous gas before
An attempt to get people from different coffee drinking cultures to live happily ever after in caffeinated harmony
A species simlar to the antelope, who can't do anything
A song that gets stuck in your head despite all your efforts to get it out
A musical instrument whose strings are pulled by your mother.
A conscientious, meticulous, thorough fuck
An individual who disrupts andprolongs a meeting with an irritating series of foolish questions
A genital injury resulting from overzealous self-gratification.
A flea market where you have to beg for the lowest price
A lesbian who's just not quite sure
Really, really expensive toilet paper. Like the kind you find at Buckingham Palace
A unit of computer memory so enormous it can only be comprehended by Steve Jobs.
A member of the opposite sex who you tolerate, despite their stupidity, because they are ridiculously good-looking.
Lower back discomfort experienced when not seated in business class.
A laundry appliance for washing futuristic herbs.
Suds specially formulated to remove those embarrassing brown stains from underpants.
Chronic Fartigue Syndrome
Medical condition where excessive flatulence causes exhaustion.
A tourist who is absolutely fearless of luke-warm water.
A phenomenon in physics whereby mushrooms are pushed to outer edge of a high speed rotating object.
An inexplicable attraction to someone who can effortlessly and frequently clear a room.
Keying words or data in time to a Rolling Stones LP.
A singular focus and complete commitment to taking the next street on the left.
A condition resulting when toe replacement surgery goes horribly wrong
The artful shifting, placement, and ultimate arrangement of butt cheeks to achieve harmony with the seat of a bicycle.
An unkempt monarch
A drink made from tequila that makes you want to shake your ass
Anything that prevents you from doing your work
Hands like Sylvester Stallone
A man who is totally in love with his mother's cooking
Chairs you get from a fire sale