This one goes out to all the ladies who have ever been to La Senza and all the drag men- whether you were searching for the latest addition to your drag ensemble, or you were literally dragged there by a female companion. If you are in any of these categories you know how fantastically ridiculous La Senza is. It's like Victoria's Secret's little sister who catches onto all the trends a little too late and doesn't completely rock them right even when she does catch on.
The absolute most ridiculous part of La Senza does not even occur as part of the actual shopping experience. The worst part of La Senza is the goddamn bags they give you. If you've never seen a La Senza bag, be advised that your retinas will die a little if you ever do. They're the most extra. They are black with bright pink polka dots, pink tissue paper reaching out from inside like a ridiculous, over the top little fire, with the La Senza logo emblazoned on the side.
Not that buying underwear is a shameful thing, everyone wears underwear, and if you don't you are the weird one, not me. There is something to be said for even the slightest amount of subtlety though. As I walk home through the crowded streets downtown, La Senza bag beating against the masses, I might as well have a big sign that reads "I BOUGHT SOME UNDERWEAR JUST NOW" and probably have a timed announcement attached to my face that says something similar.
The worst part is that it sets up an implication. An underwear bag that is black and pink suggests very different purchases than a bag that is a normal color. Like beige, or even blue. Or anything that doesn't burn your eyes out, really. I remember walking into my residence and getting into an elevator full of dudes I lived with and it was weird for me. Again, ain't no shame, but if you had seen me in the elevator that day with my bag, and then later that night in my nude, full-coverage brasier I think you probably would have been disappointed with the reality of my purchase.
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