(spotting courtesy of Drisana)
Even if we are to take this name metaphorically rather than literally, I am still dubious. Below the belt: underhanded, dirty, not allowed. I can see traffic-light red, or corrupted-soul black, but all's-clear angelic white? I don't think so.
Then again, there are people out there who make an average of $1.79 an hour to determine the sex of baby chickens by squeezing out their feces to open their anal vents and look inside for tell-tale male bumps, while somebody got paid more than ten times that to come up with this name. Talk about below the belt.
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Wasn't there a trend in the mid-90s that involved women bleaching their privates? Perhaps this is what Essie was referring to...ick!
ReplyDeleteThat's a good theory, Melli, but...eww! I am more than glad I missed out on that trend. Although maybe that's what I should have done for that 90s party my friend was throwing?
ReplyDeleteI was thinking it's a karate reference...below, above, and under the belt is all a nasty, pasty, lifeless white.
ReplyDeleteDoesn't make the image of chick squeezing leave my head any faster, but...
Hmm, your karate scenario is definitely possible! If the karate participant (karater?) in question is a novice, they could even shave off a word and just call it "The Belt."
ReplyDeleteAnother theory: nudist albino tourist? He goes to the beach, takes off everything but the money belt, and the only place without a horrible sunburn is below the belt.
Also, sorry about the chick squeezing, everyone! I think I was talking about the famous chicken-sexing internalism/externalism problem that day and somehow it forced its way into my blog. Then I wanted to change it to something less horrible but I know that if I let myself edit things post-posting, well, that way lies madness.
LOL :) Thanks for including my find! And exceeding what I thought could be deduced about the name!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing your ideas with me, Drisana; I appreciate it!
ReplyDeleteWhere are you, PB? Miss you!
ReplyDeleteOkay, I'm kind of lost. I'm looking closely at the color in the bottle, and am not sure I'm seeing how it differs substantially from the 'Tennis Corset' below (except that it might constrict less? IDK ...
ReplyDeletelm, I'm not sure. Essie seems to stay mostly within a limited range of traditional colors (lots of pinks, reds, whites) so I imagine they are down to some pretty fine distinctions by now. Then again, if the bridal industry can roll its eyes at people who confuse diamond white with snow white with crystal white with cocaine white, I guess Essie can, too!
ReplyDeleteThe chicken sexer person's math is really bad though, since I don't think they're working 168 hours a week.
ReplyDeleteEverytime i stand whatever nails i got are below my belt, technically- which is surprisingly unspectacular (though it sounds disturbing?).
ReplyDeleteAnd i don't wear (belts with) those trousers that close on one's ripcage- of course they give you mom-butt but most of all they make it hard to breathe or even more importantly to blow your very own freshly polished nails. At UO, where everybody wears such pants as a matter of fact, they invented a plastic monkey that blows 'em (nails). So hip!
I think they might be trying to refer to tighty-whities? Which doesn't really make it any better of a name (possibly worse!), but at least it makes a bit of sense.
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