Recently my college-bound son invited me to be his friend on Facebook. Whether this was a temporary lapse into cuteness, sentimentality, or mischief, even he isn't sure. But, like the intrepid internet pioneer I am, I said "golly, sure thing" and registered. Originally intended as the private domain of college kids with .edu addresses, Facebook now allows pretty much anyone to register.

Little did I know what I would face as the Oldest Living Human on Facebook. But first the good stuff. A parent with less-than-pure intentions could, for example, post embarrassing comments on a child's 'wall.' While their friends are posting quick comments in kid-code, you could, maybe, write "hugs and kisses from mommy." Not that you would, but you could. Then you could upload that cute picture of little Bobby buck-naked in the wading pool when he was 2. Not that you would.

By Anja Merret

Well they are not silver coloured alians who balance on surfboards off the coast of California or Australia. A company called AXA has produced findings in a survey that states that OAPs (What an expression - it stands for Old Age Pensioners) are now more likely to surf the internet than do a spot of gardening. Considering that the Old Age Pensioners are possibly not living in properties with gardens anymore, that is probably not such an outrageous statistic. What is it with the younger people that they can reduce a huge segment of the population to an acronym? I suppose one never realises, when that age, that one will be there oneself in a few years. And boy, do those years fly quickly. It will be in the blink of an eye. So you would have gathered that a Silver Surfer is an ancient dude who likes the internet. For ancient read somebody over 50.

Yes, now apparently they're giving awards for the best underwear.

I blame Madonna - ever since she wore her bra on the outside and deleted the word "unmentionable" from our collective vocabularies.

Anyway, this underwear voting thing piqued my curiosity (or the voyuer in me) and I decided to get to the "bottom" of it.

I happen to know the woman behind the Undie Awards, Tomima Edmark- who, by the way, takes underwear very seriously. She told me that a recent study showed about 60% of American women are wearing the wrong size bra. Frankly, from a man's perspective it was probably more information than I needed to know - but 60% of anything is an incredible number statistically.

So how did so many women go wrong? Tomima claims there are a lot of reasons - not the least of which is department store bra "fitters" putting women into sizes they have in stock. And, apparently, lots of women have one breast larger than the other. I swear, I've never done any independent research into this fact, so I'm taking her word for it.

She also claims women don't measure themselves often enough - yet another fact I can't substantiate - and she proceeded to explain some sort of algebraic equation for finding the right size bra. No wonder so many women are in the wrong bra - it's a math thing! Start recruiting girls into math and science programs and we'll whip this thing in a generation.

Take note Boomer women - measure thyself once a year.

So why an award program for underwear? According Tomima - when women find something that fits comfortably, they get down right evangelical about it. This is apparently what women talk about when we cavemen are snoozing between football games. TheUndies.com is an attempt to allow women to vote for, and wax poetic about their favorite undies. I'm sure I don't understand this. I'm trying to picture my Thursday night poker crowd comparing underwear brands. It just ain't happinin'.

Tomima invited me to vote, which I did; I have never felt so lost in my life, although the first voting page was a lot of fun (I'm a 141). Guys, you can skip this, but at least 60% of the women reading this should give it a whirl... coffee, little sandwiches with no crust and Milano cookies are all virtual.