Sans Culottes

Sans culottes is French for no undies…a state I’m often in, especially in the heat.

I shed everything possible, having tremendous understanding of the nudist’s mentality.

I had an appointment for my annual skin scan when my dermatologist dons a miner’s hat to examine my body…top to bottom.  I’m very fair you see, so for me, it’s crucial to have one.

My appointment was at 10, so I ran over to Chagall’s to get my hair trimmed, sans culottes, planning to go home first, to appropriately suit up.

I’m from Connecticut.  If no other time, you wear undies to the doctor’s, and that doesn’t mean a thong either.  Your mother, even mine, briefed me on briefs, even if it was, ever so briefly.


“Hullo, this is Bee from Dr. W’s office, and we were wondering, could you possibly come now since the man before you is stuck in traffic?”

Hmm…this was quite a dilemma for Miss Connecticut, feeling like Grant at Appomattox who wanted to change into cleaner clothes, but that meant keeping General Lee waiting.

What to do…what to do?

“Well Bee, I can come, except for one thing.  I’m not wearing underwear and don’t know how the doctor feels about that.”

Without skipping a beat, Bee says, “Oh that’s not a problem.  He doesn’t wear any either.”

“Well in that case.”

So like Grant, I didn’t change, nor keep him waiting…

sans culottes.     




About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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15 Responses to Sans Culottes

  1. Rubenstein, Hal says:

    Cute story!

    Hal Rubenstein from my iPhone

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  2. You are a stitch! Well, you didn’t have on a stitch of undies. You keep me in stitches.

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  3. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, I’m sure you weren’t the first, or second, or third.
    At my very first gynecologist visit, when the nurse told me to disrobe and put the paper gown on, I just assumed she couldn’t possibly mean my undies. So I left them on. He sent her back in to explain things to me.

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  4. That is so funny. At my annual derm appointment, I have to disrobe and put a paper gown (?) on so he doesn’t have any idea of what I wear underneath! And your doc goes commando!


  5. I don’t normally wear undies either. It’s mostly from when I dated someone who didn’t and i found it quite refreshing and comfortable. I try to once in awhile, but, honestly, can’t tell you the when or why of those times right now. I do know if I am fairly certain to be stripping for exam or something, I do.


  6. haha!!! My daughter has an arthritic condition, has since she was in 7th grade. After graduating from a pediatric rheumatologist to a regular rheumatologist, she had a nice older doctor, who checked her with all her clothes on…. she went to her semi annual appointment while in college, expecting to remain clothed and have an old man there…. the old man had retired and a new young doctor was there, he wanted her down to underwear and wearing one of those short paper cover ups…. she was horrified as she was wearing a thong that day and the doctor was young and attractive… I just laughed and asked if she made an impression on him and was he single… she just didn’t see the humor in it…

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  7. Gotta love when the staff gives it up without missing a beat….lol!

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