For a plain old suburban mom and housewife, I get a whole lot of interest in my underwear. When people discover that I'm Mormon, many of them just can't help themselves from eventually inquiring about the state of my unmentionables. I'm sympathetic to the titillation. Underwear is typically sexy and private, and this underwear also happens to be a symbolic entry into the "secret" world of Mormons. It's a taboo that can't help but capture the imagination.
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