So Long Cinderella

Posted April 11, 2012 by jimhigley

Buying underwear for my daughter gets more complicated with each passing year. I’m missing the good old days.

I miss the good old days when buying new underwear for my daughter was as simple as buying paper towels. In fact, back then, it was a lot like buying paper towels. I could find a six-pack of whatever it was she needed. Something for the top. Something for the bottom. Maybe I’d even fancy it up with pink stripes. Or a picture of Cinderella. It was a simple parent task.

But little girls grow. As does their interest in underwear.

Twinkies and Boys’ Underwear Have the Same Shelf Life

Boys are easy. They don’t care about underwear. They can wear their ware 24/7 and you’ll never hear a peep out of them. As far as boys are concerned, holes in underwear are like battle scars. No big deal. Sometimes, when I’m doing laundry for one of the boys, I’ll look at all the holes in them and ask myself, “How do they know which holes are for their legs?” And then, I decide not to worry if they aren’t complaining. My youngest son is still wearing a pair of boxers he got from Santa about four years ago. When he first started wearing them, they were pretty big on him. Now, many years later, they’re a little tight, a little shredded, and awfully faded. But he throws them on, complete with the “Ho, Ho, Ho’s” written all over them. They are familiar. They’re family.

Shopping for Girls is an Event

Girls are different. My daughter now schedules a “date” with me to go shopping for underwear. This occurs a couple times a year. I’m not sure what prompts it. I don’t ask. Maybe it’s seasonal. Maybe it’s a way to deal with stress. Maybe it’s just a necessity. Whatever it is, I know that it’s important to her.

We always go to the same specialty store at the mall. I probably shouldn’t mention their name but let me just say it’s not really a big secret. Know what I mean?

I’ve been going to this particular store for several years with my daughter. We started patronizing them when she was, truthfully, far too young to be going to that kind of store. But, sometimes, you just have to go with the flow. By now, I consider myself one of their more seasoned shoppers. When you first walk in, there are always a few nice young sales clerks – all dressed in black – who are working in the front room. They busy themselves by folding clothes and greeting everyone who walks in. It’s peaceful, soothing and low-key. A good first impression.

And, it’s all a trick.

Because the farther you walk into the store, the more chaotic it gets. The store quickly takes on a video arcade kind of atmosphere with lots of chatty people, tables overflowing with sales items, lots of women and girls scurrying around desperately searching for the last something-or-other in a size “M” on sale for $1.99. It’s not a fun place to be when you’re a dad.

And, I struggle with exactly how I’m supposed to act. I’m not worried about what all the other people there think of me. I learned years ago that they either ignore me or are mildly freaked out by a middle-aged dad hanging out in the store. Sales clerks regularly offer me a place to sit down. And, I enjoy bugging them by declining. I do worry, however, about saying the wrong thing to my daughter. I always feel like I’m one or two words away from totally blowing it. If I act too interested, it’s weird. If I show my true feelings about her looking at a pink leopard skin thing with lace, then I’ll never be invited back. So I’ve learned to say things like “That’s a nice color,” or “I didn’t know zebra stripes looked so good in aqua.” It works far better than, “My handkerchief is bigger than that!”

And, I’ve learned to never, ever comment on all the names of the product I see as my eyes wander around. Cheek-Boo? Bold Hold? No comment.

My Shopping Strategies for the Future

So, I survived another shopping outing with my daughter who is now enjoying nine or ten new things which fit quite nicely into an itty-bitty little sandwich bag.

Will I be invited to the next shopping spree? I’ll let you know. But, I have a fear that, once my daughter reads this column, I’ll have to promise to keep the next excursion a secret.


  • Zach Rosenberg

    Yo Jim! I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t have problems figuring out which holes are the legholes sometimes. I’ve got a son, so I guess our family’s in for more of that in in the future! Thanks for risking your daughter’s public shame and sharing! We also gave you some 8-bit props here –

  • NotMuchOfaRunner

    It sounds like you’re walking the tightrope well. I have that to look forward to. I’m still wandering how to cope with emergency toilet stops at the park with my little girl. The boy was so easy.

  • Ann

    I’m a girl, but I’m with your sons! As long as the holes aren’t TOO big, who cares? Shopping is too much work for me.