In consideration of the shit-show we are witnessing in world affairs these days (particularly south of the border), I have decided to postpone the angry rant I had planned to publish this week and dust off a light-hearted commentary from six years ago on the declining state of men’s underwear. I figured we could all use some light-hearted humour. I hope you enjoy it and I hope it takes your mind off the outside world for a few minutes:

What’s Up In Men’s Underwear?

Have you taken a close look at men’s underwear lately, other than what turns up in your weekly laundry? I had occasion to peruse the men’s lingerie section of a major department store the other day and I can’t tell you how much fun it was. The names the marketing people come up with to describe men’s skivvies are just too hilarious. They surely deserve a Nobel Prize for creative fiction. The brand names are all riffs on size, power and even calibre! Check these out:

• Magnum
• Big Eagle
• Champion
• Colt
• Performance
• Prodige
• Hero
• Urban Touch (seriously??)

What I didn’t see was:

• Crop-duster
• Skidmark
• Babyface
• Rust Belt

I don’t think I’ve ever seen women’s underwear with similarly ambitious names. Our frillies are usually just called “Thong, Bikini, Hi-rise leg” or a similar fairly obvious description. Maybe there’s an opportunity here for creative marketers to jump on the bandwagon with new names for women’s underwear:

• Stud Buster
• Steel Magnolia
• You Wish
• Secret Treasure
• In Your Dreams

Men’s underwear names are ego-enhancing and denote power, which I am pretty sure is not always reflective of the contents or the wearer. But then, most women know men’s egos need constant stroking!

Baby boomer women were raised to be good listeners. As soon as we started dating we were coached to ask our dates about themselves, and they were only too happy to oblige—for hours and hours and hours. We’ve already proven our staying power.

I know it’s always risky to generalize but when I read about dates-gone-bad in the agony columns in local newspapers, the challenges never change. Even enlightened millennials are forced to suffer through painful first dates with guys who are so self-absorbed it never occurs to them that we might have something of value to say as well. “All he did was talk about himself; his work, his car; his sports” is a common complaint from women in the dating market. And men wonder why they’re ghosted.

Some things never change, including what’s up in men’s underwear. Until attitudes change and women start insisting upon proof in advertising, we’ll just have to double check for inferior goods and not fall for false claims. If they aren’t willing and happy to meet us on equal ground and recognize that we’re also worthy of such labels as Heroine, Boss Lady or Conqueror, then just leave ’em on the shelf for some other less discriminating poor soul.

Thank heavens we were born women and don’t have to suffer the stress of constantly stroking our ego, through our underwear.