There were many wonderful things about living a large chunk of my childhood in Alaska-
Having to wear long underwear was not among them.
Such was my disdain for the trials of beige, waffle-weave "long-johns" that I found Ellen Tebbits to be even more relate-able than Ramona. (Although at least my set wasn't woolen- the horrors!) I didn't miss them at all when we moved to Alabama. Of course, that was right about the time people started wearing them under t-shirts, meant to be flaunted rather than hidden in shame (hello Grunge). Interestingly enough, no one really seemed to wear the pants half of the set. As for myself, I kept my trendiness restricted to flannel; I'd worn long underwear because I'd had to, and not even the gods of fashion were going to drag me back in to them.
As an adult who now lives in a temperate climate, where truly cold days are restricted to maybe a month's worth per year, I no longer have to wear long underwear. And I don't.
I wear a Base Layer, you guys. Which, it occurred to me today, is just long underwear re-branded for cool outdoorsy kids. To make matters worse, my base layer is made of- you guessed it- wool. Merino wool. The hands-down best material from which to make base layers- and priced accordingly. Like, to the point where I was genuinely super stoked to receive a set as a Christmas gift, because no way was I going to justify spending that on myself.
(Seriously, ten-year-old me is puking right now.)