It's time for another installment of Pot Psychology, the advice column in which everyone's problems are solved with an "herbal" remedy. (As always: Don't do drugs!) It was my pleasure to get baked with my brother of another mother, Rich, and attempt to tackle issues like "accidental virginity", personal hygiene, and telling your ex you have syphilis. (Note that I said "attempt.") Got a burning question? Send it to firstname.lastname@example.org with "Pot Psychology" in the subject line. (Please keep them short; they're verrrry hard to read when stoned.)
Why was the little intro card so much louder than everything else? Too loud! Kids these days! Get off my lawn!
I never got the whole breathing thing. I sleep on my side, so my legs are pressed together . . . I don't see how my cootchie could get any air in that position, whether it was covered in undies or not. Plus, really? Stray pubes on my bedsheets don't make me want to snuggle. Even if I'm trim, there's always a stray or two. Plus plus, it's much easier to wash a pair of undies on Surprise! Period nights than my entire bedsheets.
It's interesting that people's mom's were insistant on no-panty sleeping so your parts could "breathe". My dad was anti-sock for the same reason. He pulled them off every time.