Not too long ago, I found myself grazing Ebay without much forethought or direction. Before you could say Aussie Bum,I discovered myself browsing with more than a little interest through page after page of men's undies. For a guy who has spent most of his life choosing between white cotton and white cotton mesh, I suddenly felt like a boy on his first trip to Cooperstown.
Of course, there were the old fashioned whitey tighties and the baggy boxers. Common, definitely not cool, and in fact, kind of embarrassing. (I can remember as a small boy watching my grandfather stumble around the house in dingy, well-worn jockeys riding low on his hips. Folks--that memory is not pretty.)
