The other day Rebecah and I were discussing how often we match our underwear to our shirt and she referred to hers as "panties." I made a face, because panties is such a gross-tastic word. Apparently Rebecah might be a sociopath. We still love her though.

One of my new favorite websites, The Gloss, wrote a funny article about how what we call our underwear means something about our personality.

Are you a sociopath? Maybe just a little bit British. Perhaps you're just under 10. All fine.

Underwear: You're pretty straight forward with life. You tell people if their pants look dumb, but you try not to be a jerk. You avoid people who post too many selfies.

Undergarments: You call your armpit, your underarm. You potentially call your elbow your funny bone. You have an impeccable accent when you speak all the languages you know, and you use the word impeccable.

Panties: You might be a sociopath. You might be creepy. But on the OTHER hand, you (like Rebecah) might just be a Victoria's Secret devotee. You get excited for the sales with as many exclamation points as possible.

Granny Panties: You're a strange kind of charming.

Delicates: Are you a grandma? You only order salads at restaurants. You get drunk off of 2.5 glasses of wine.

Knicker: You are British and spend too much time watching "Downton Abbey."

Skivvies: You are, indeed a pirate.

Underroos: You are, indeed a child.

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