[anogrefromaswamp]

You gotta love it when a woman's clothing turns against her.

Be it a windy dress, slipping top, falling pants, or rising skirt, there is something so wonderful about watching the battle. The constant adjustment, the nervous glances, the overall sense of embarrassment. Of course, witnessing a slip or several is the cherry on top of the sundae, but good movies have both happy and sad endings. I for one love the fight in itself; one can go on this site or many others and see barenaked ladies, but the niche thrill of watching a woman struggle mightily to maintain her modesty is hard to replicate outside of real life.

Does anyone share this sentiment and/or have relevant stories?