Going Commando
I’m a big fan of underwear, and I make it a rule to never leave home without it. However, there comes a time in every man’s life when he must forego his skivvies and, like Brooke Shields in those Calvin Klein ads so many decades ago, do without something between him and his Calvins. Whether it’s from lack of clean laundry, poor luggage packing, or simple forgetfulness, we’ve all had to do without at one point or another. Today was that day for me.
My usual habit is to put whatever I’m going to wear in the bathroom while I take my morning shower (particularly in the winter, when running around naked is not so much fun as it is an episode of Bear Grylls-like Arctic survival – minus the homemade enema and animal dropping appetizers). This includes my underwear (as it is, like my outfits, selected the night before so as to avoid mismatches made in the poor light and mental fatigue of early morning). For whatever reason, the underwear I had selected last night – a simple pair of striped boxer briefs from Banana Republic, in a soft shade of green– did not make it into the bathroom with me this morning.
Sure, I could have walked across the hall and found them, but I didn’t bother. It’s not like I’ve never gone commando before (though it’s usually on a spur-of-the-moment trip to the store or something, not for an entire work day).
It wasn’t a totally disagreeable experience. I was expecting to freeze certain body parts off, but I’m pleased to report that everything is still intact. It was made bearable by the type of pants I had on too – this wouldn’t have worked nearly as well in jeans or wool. As it was, my pants were mostly-cotton, and worn in enough to be softer than most of the regular boxers I wear.
Even so, this isn’t a practice I’m going to continue. I’ve invested too much time, effort, and money into amassing a sizable collection of undergarments to ever give them up. Our Latin teacher had a silly joke that she used to make all the time: Semper Ubi, Sub Ubi. Literal translation: “Always Where, Under Where.” She was so ahead of her time, if a little ridiculous.
January 14th, 2010 at 12:55 am
I now always wear underwear. A while back that discussion came up at work because someone was sued for sexual harassment because he didn’t wear underwear and there was a outline that was very noticeable. I asked how anyone could tell and was told that people can tell. I have never left the house without underwear since.
January 14th, 2010 at 9:53 pm
he should have been the one suing for sexual harassment as he’s the one who’s being gawked at. if ever a law is passed saying that i’m required to wear underwear at all times, i’ll revolt and move to France
January 14th, 2010 at 6:54 am
great post. I also love going commando from time to time. love the photos that accompanied the post as well. there’s a mood in the post you created with the photos that would neevr have been there if the photos weren’t included.
Bravo A!
January 14th, 2010 at 12:41 pm
It’s funny, more odd really, but I went commando for years. Many years. And have only recently migrated back occasionally to wearing them. I love having my junk out there. Unencumbered. Sorta feels naughty. Okay, I’m migratating into no man’s land here….gotta go.
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