Great. I know most of the clothing I own was probably made by some poor abused individual whose only escape from forced prostitution is to split their fingers making my damn underwear, but here's further confirmation provided to me by my husband.
So the next time we slip into our Victoria's Secret teddies or maximum semi-balcony cleavage padded underwired over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder, rather than feeling sexy, we should feel a little guilty too.
Perfect. Just what the world needs. More guilt attached to sex.
Shame, shame, unclean, unclean...