What’s most worrying about Good Devil underwear is that at some point in the past a man (or a mister-sister) went into a meeting with a dream, and came out with money to put this shit into production.
What’s even more worrying than that is that a man without a male bone in his body will, at some point in the future, walk into a ‘lifestyle’ store in or around the Old Compton Street area of London’s glittering Soho and purchase a Good Devil pant.
What’s also worrying but a little less so, is that someone decided that Good Devil is a good name for a brand of dolly underwear. Maybe it is.
What’s great about all of this is that you now have very little choice but to jump the jump and see what’s hiding underneath the Janet Jackson-style censorship. And if you don’t, those poor children won’t get anything.
It's forcing you to press continue, isn't it? Forcing. With force. ,