I manage to get all the fastenings removed from my new drawers, then begin putting them in the laundry basket to be washed. Ben picks up a pair from out of the basket and unrolls it, holding it up to examine.
Ben: You bought granny panties.
Me: No way.
Ben: You did, look.
I look at the underwear and notice that they do look rather large. But the package said "hipster briefs" or something like that, so I figured they'd ride my hips and therefore not stick out of my jeans.
Me: Let me see those things.
I grab the pair of undies and take off my jeans to try them on.
Me: They do come up kinda high.
The underwear goes up past my belly button, the perfect length for mom jeans.
Me: Ugh, I thought I was buying low-cut undies.
Ben: Just admit it, you intentionally bought granny panties to be ironic.
Me: I did not!
I pick up the advertising from one of the packages of underwear and show them to Ben. The package reads: "hipster briefs."
Me: See? These aren't granny panties, these ones are hipsters. I thought I was buying the same thing. And it's "hipster" as in it sits on the hips, not like "whoa man, that's really hip."
Ben: Whatever, ironic buns.
Me: Do people really do that? Wear granny style underwear to feel ironically cool? I guess I can wear these under dresses, at least.
Ben: Ironic buns.