The other day, when my daughter dressed up to go to a friend’s party, I was intrigued to note two straps that ran up her back and were knotted behind the neck. “Is that a swimsuit you’re wearing under your tee?” I asked her. “It’s an inner,” she scowled back at me. “An inner,” I was intrigued, “is that like…?” “Yes, yes,” she said, clearly embarrassed by my interest in her lingerie. “But why is it knotted up behind?” I continued to probe further. “Because it’s a halter, get it?” she retorted, before stalking out of the room. Read the rest of this entry »