What the . . . Underoos Worn as a Costume?
What the…Friday? is a weekly Friday feature in which I resuscitate a video relic from the swampy pits of Pop Culture Wasteland.
Today: What the Underoos Worn as a Costume?
It’s six hours ’til the neighbors’ Halloween party.
And you don’t have your costume yet.
And You Don’t Have Your Costume Yet?
Relax. You’re okay. You’ve got one. You’ve got underwear, right?
When I was a kid, I had Underoos. Wonder Woman Underoos. And that was just as good as a costume. Better, in fact.
Here below is a Childhood Relived reader, circa 1981, proudly modeling her Wonder Woman Underoos. (Thank you, Wendy, for bravely submitting this photo! Oh, was I not supposed to use your name?)
For more on the magical (miraculous!) physical transformation enabled by Underoos, fasten your seat belts and read my blog post Hold On a Second . . . It’s Underwear?
Or skip the reading — who’s got time to read anyway, you only have six hours to find some clean underwear — and watch today’s WTF? video instead.
BOBA FETT DOES NOT DANCE. HE DOES NOT SASHAY.
I like that the Vader ones aren’t even a costume, it’s just a t-shirt with a picture of Darth Vader.
“Oh no! It’s Darth Vader!”
“Are you sure that’s him?”
“Definitely! See? He’s wearing a shirt with a picture of himself!”
Ooh, by that logic, I could be “Ani Difranco” for Halloween–after all, I have a T-shirt (real T-shirt, not underwear) with a picture of her on it. ;)
Who knew it was that easy, right? I have an old t-shirt and a sharpie. I’ll just write “I’m Gandalf” on it and, boom, done.
Oh my God, B-Man! Those were always my age-old sentiments exactly! Used to drive me crazy that some of the Underoos were just pictures of the character printed on the shirt. What the…? It’s like they couldn’t come up with anything identifying about that particular character that could be displayed using only the person’s torso. “Okay, next we gotta do Darth Vadar. Well, how do we do that without his mask? It’ll just be black lines and stuff. Crap, let’s just put the whole bloomin’ guy on there then.”
Poor R2 just wants some groovin’ underchoneys and that stupid C3P0 once again exists only to rain on his parade. If he was really a friend he’d be hooking a robot up. I bet R2 would totally go for the Daisy Dukes. Just sayin’.
I always thought R2D2 would one day rise up against C3PO. Like when that little dog Chester in Looney Tunes turns it around on that bulldog Spike.
I want to see a “Where are they now?” TV program on the child actors in that commercial. Probably all alcoholics and porn stars who hate their pushy stage moms, ala Danny Bonaducci.
AHAHHAHAHAHAHA. funny.
Yeah, I’m thinking they graduated from this to parts like “Boy Behind Bleachers” and “Girl Offered Drugs” in future after-school specials.
I had Superman Underoos. They should make them for adults.
Wendy was nice enough to point out that they do.
I TOTALLY HAD THE R2 UNDEROOS! I also had the 3P0 and Princess Leia Hoth uniform ones. They were awesome. I wish I had pictures though. No pictures.
Actually, I wish I still had the Underoos themselves. They’d be perfect in my Star Wars shrine with all my other collectibles.
They apparently still make Underoos but for adults . . . but that would make for a whole different kind of shrine.
My parents never bought me Underoos. I always felt deprived.
You were! :-(
My sister and I had the same Underoos! I believed then that they imbued me with magical powers, which powers sadly did not stop me from spraining my elbow on one of my leaps from way up in a neighbor’s tree. Despite the sprain, memories remain happy.
Ba.D. also had a memorable experience with Underoos in childhood, but I suspect he’d prefer I take this comment no further than that. :p
Oh, no! I’m so pissed that the Underoos didn’t make you invincible! You should’ve totally asked for your money back.
You know what they say? What happens in Underoos, stays in Underoos. Gaaa! I have no idea what that means but it sounds like a nice thing to say to Ba.D.
There were no underoos when I was a kid. My little brother was crazy about Superman though, so my mother bought him some blue pajamas and I sewed (very crookedly) a cape and the “S” for his chest. He ran around the neighborhood for months in his pajamas. ….he looked like an idiot so of course I was delighted.
Aw, that sounds adorable! Unless of course you tell me he was 12. Then not adorable.
The picture of Wendy is adorable! But this commercial? I feel dirty. I feel like there are going to be 9 cop cars in front of my house, loading up dozens of boxes of 20+ years of evidence, just like the guy down the street (from my childhood house) who was convicted child pornography because it turns out he had a ‘photography studio’ in his basement with a double-sided mirror, partly under the guise of making sports trophies for little league teams… True story.
Yeah, I know, Jules! And believe me, I took the tamest of the Underoos commercial series. Next week I’m thinking of running a “Mom, do you ever get that not-so-fresh feeling?” douche commercial. I should really consider having an offshoot WTF? video series using all retro videos that make people feel uncomfortable. You get to going on the name for it — you’re good at that.
Argh! Photography studio? I think I’m going to throw up in my Underoos.
I loved loved loved my wonder woman underoos. Some super smart person made adult wonder woman jammies (adult size, not notty – geeze you guys) of which I have a set. Sorry Angie those I am not going to model….
Yay, Wendy! You got yourself some adult-sized Wonder Woman jammies? You are my hero!
I’m sad. I never got the Star Wars styles. I had Wonder Woman, too.
I know! What a gip. And I’m also sad that I never had the Daisy Duke Underoos so I could look like I was wearing sexy ripped jeans and on my way to a Pink Floyd concert AT AGE 5!
I wonder if wearing the Daisy Duke underoos would make chest look bigger. And my butt cheeks tighter. How much are they again?
Amen, sister.