Something
sfniceguy hasn't mentioned is that there are a number of "styles" of G's as well as being made of different materials. I done did grewed up in da mormon church and watched everyone around me go through the "endowments" ceremony and most of them go on missions (at 18 years of age). They still offer the old-fashioned one-piece style for the elderly mormons who grew up sweating in them. They still have a slit in the back so one can take a dump without completely removing them.
At one time (1920's through to the early 1960's) it was possible to buy them in Ewetaw and your own private Idaho at J C Pennys. But that quickly changed. Now mormons buy them through their local distribution center, or whatever it is called these days. Things change in the mormon church. For example, one day they all got their G's in a bunch and decided they didn't want to be known as mormons anymore, even though they had a long and proud history of claiming that name. About the same time the "official" church (for there is the Reform(ed) Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints as well as a bunch of fundamentalist sects claiming to be more mormon than the mainstream mormons), well anyway, the mormons applied for and received a legal patent for the name "The Chuch of Jesus Christ," meaning basically that any other christian group wanting to use the same name legally can not. It's all a bit paranoid to me. I also find it a bit anti-christian in spirit. But hey, that's just me.
However, my heart goes out to
sfniceguy for he has had many trials and tribulations which to overcome -- not to mention a Hell of a lot of J-ELLO salad foisted upon him at family and church gatherings. Obviously he has received revelation and found his true calling.
Some of you may have noticed that I do not spell mormon with an upper-case
M. That's because, well . . . it only encourages them.
But back to them sacred G's, words cannot explain the smell of being in a car pool with a bunch of mormon men returning home after an 8+ hour work day, zooming down I-15 from Salt Lake City to the land of sweet spirits in Ewetaw County. Most of those men only own 3 or 4 pair of their religious underwear at a time and are accustomed to donning freshly laundered G's every two days or so. It's a Ewetaw thing.
So,
Mr. sfniceguy, you have my sympathy and love. Have you ever gone to your RTM reunion as an openly gay man? Granted, it's none of my business, but busy-body minds always want to know. As I'm sure you're aware, it's a ward thing. Don't worry, I won't tell your bishop.
"Oh, blessed art thou who cutteth the embroidered marks off their old G's before using them as rags to wash the family van."
And such is life in the Church of Cheese and Rice and Rattle the Snakes. For further teachings I recommend checking out
What Not, What Have You, and Such As That. She's a comely creature from Spanish Fork, Ewetaw, and has a gay son -- Donnie -- whom she rabidly supports, don't ya know.