It gets creeper

Ah, internets! What evil delights won't you weave?

Not only can we see all too clearly that Mr. Travolta's hair may be, at times, applied with a teeny, elf-designed, camel-hair brush, and are invited to view, repeatedly, footage of pop divas running mad in the streets with junk food, but now we can also shop for underthings in such a fashion that we feel compelled to cover ourselves afterwards, from chin to toes, with hand sanitizer.

I give you Exhibit (pun intended) A: Knicker Picker.

It's just too, too intimate. And also, none of those women look like me. I can't choose a boy short. My love handles need to represent!

Just hit "demo" and let the cringing begin. They can see you, too, you know!