Like, I said, Dystopian.
Without giving away too many spoilers, last night after many many episodes worth of almost non-stop gratuituous violence, we FINALLY got to see a little sex. Not a lot, because I'm pretty sure this is a network show and not HBO. I make this assumption due to the fact that for a future where people are getting slaughtered left, right and center, there's surprisingly little cussing. Graphic violence in multitudes is cool, but please, no cussing or hint of side-boob, right NBC?
So a couple of characters who will remain unnamed ended the episode by engaging in some implied naked fun time.
This morning I got to thinking.. if I were living in a dystopian future would there be any purpose to wearing a bra? I'm thinking no. At least not for me. I know there are women who HAVE to wear bras, otherwise face massive discomfort, so I'm not about to begrudge more endowed ladies their undergarments, even when the world is going to hell in a handbasket.
As my friend Nic pointed out, all that running from zombies, robots, authorities etc. could very well make some kind of support a necessity, in which case I'd probably settle for binding myself instead of oh.. I don't know.. MATCHING BRA AND PANTY SETS? Somehow I think if my life was constantly under threat, I'd not care much what my underpants looked like, and would be more worried about not constantly shitting them every time someone was trying to kill me.
|Like how Aaron looks 90% of the time he's on screen.|
Did she sew them herself?
In the immortal words of Sweet Brown, "Ain't nobody got time for that."
Are they shipped by steamships from sweatshops that have gotten even sweatier since the lights (and thus the air conditioning.. because sweatshops totally have THAT) went off? How the hell would they get to her? The main protagonists are ALWAYS ON THE MOVE. CONSTANTLY.
And NOBODY is going to convince me that these are they same underoos she's had for the last fifteen years. The show is set in 2027, so she'd have to have bought them last year, in 2012 at the latest. I'm a buyer of underpants and a purchaser of brassieres, and the shit that gets manufactured and sold in stores in present-day North America is NOT made to withstand 15 years of fighting, killing, running, plotting and the occasionally beating against a rock to launder them. She would have stabbed herself with the underwire a thousand times over by now.
I guess in an electricity-void, dystopian future where hair always looks conditioned, EXIT signs in building still glow red and people inexplicably drink whiskey from late 19th-century antique glass bottles in spite of the fact that their 15-year-old empty Canadian Club 26ers would probably work just as well, a little bit of realism when it comes to the characters gotchies is probably too much to ask.