Identity Week: Just a Brief Interruption

Idenity Week: Just a Brief Interruption

I’m going to tell you something, and this something is absolutely true. My wife will confirm it.

Each morning as I get ready for work, I assess how I’m feeling, how the day is expected to play out, how tired I am, how stressful the next eight or nine hours will likely be, and then I choose my underwear.

I have a lot of underwear. I like variety, so some are boxers, some are briefs, and some are in-between (between those categories, that is, not between anything else) (except for one pair).

Some are stylishly plain black, and some have Wolverine on them. Some are cotton, some are polyester, a few are modal—that’s beech—and one’s bamboo. It’s actually bamboo fibers, not a whole plant. I don’t walk around with a stick up my butt.

I have a whole set I only wear in December because they’re holiday themed. I have St. Patrick’s Day boxers, but I wear them at other times, too, because they say “I [Shamrock] Guinness,” and I [shamrock] Guinness throughout the year. (Picture an actual silhouette of a shamrock where I put the word in brackets. But don’t picture anything else, please.)

When I’m feeling exhausted, I put on my boxers patterned with steaming coffee cups. But I don’t actually drink coffee—an admission I made recently to the owner of one of the last movie-rental stores on California’s Central Coast, prompting her puzzled reply: “No coffee? So how do you get your caffeine?”

If I’m feeling particularly blah, I go for the Batman boxer-briefs. They don’t have the Caped Crusader on them or anything—just the logo right across the front. The Bat-Signal. I feel heroic all day in those. Same for the Wolverine boxers, though those actually have the character on them. His claws extend over an area I would prefer to keep away from even the suggestion of sharp objects, but I like to think that keeps me alert and on my toes.

I have dragons for when I need to be fierce, Pirates of the Caribbean for when I feel like a rogue, robots for when I need to keep my emotions in check, fancier pairs for fancier occasions, and—since I’m on the subject and you’re obviously comfortable enough with this to have read this far—sometimes I decide to mentally skip the day altogether, and I get dressed with coming home to my wife in mind.

While writing this post, I realized that I don’t own any Star Trek underwear, though I have put some on a wishlist. I was going to do the same with Star Wars, but for $42 for a single pair, I don’t need Boba Fett down there. There’s a sarlacc pit joke here somewhere, but I don’t feel like hunting for it.

Also while writing this post, I realized that it has little to nothing to do with my kids, but frankly, my underwear is way better than theirs.

It’s probably better than yours, too.

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9 thoughts on “Identity Week: Just a Brief Interruption

  1. Anonymous says:

    Omg thats the best!!! Your undies are deff. Better than mine… they have magical emotion powers. I have some for bloated days and for skinny feeling days but thats about it. But i do have favorite scrubs that make me feel good. Lol. I LOVE these blogs!!!!

  2. Amy S says:

    Ha! “Brief” interruption!
    I’m kind of jealous that I don’t have underwear with coffee cups on them, or the Bat sign. I’ll have to settle with the power of neon green.

  3. Shallows's Wife says:

    Our daughters regularly wear spiderman, batman, superman, and wonder woman underwear. You underwear is great, but theirs is pretty cool too! Though I’m sure their selection process has less to do with their moods and more to do with whether or not it is clean.

  4. Anonymous says:

    Note to Mr. Shallows: I believe there are still Two, yes, count them, Two movie rental places on the Central Coast….unless one up and closed on me. (Crossroads and Studio). Not that that has anything to do with your brief encounters.

  5. Adam says:

    Nice almost triple pun for pair. Also, and maybe it was in the first draft, but the bamboo briefs lent themselves nicely to a “your ass is grass” comment.

    I think you’re cartoon needed more hair.

  6. PregoForMen says:

    Great post! Had my attention the whole way through. Nice job and too funny!

    -@PregoForMenBlog

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