I’m not a fan of the double-standard. Men and women are equal in my book. With one exception—fashion. A woman should never wear a wife-beater and a man should never wear skinny jeans. A woman can pull off kicking back in a pair of man boxers, but a man in Spanx? Oh, hell no.
Be it a knock-off or the real thing, personally I’m a huge fan of miracle underwear. I wear them to the gym, on the court, to dinner with friends, out on date night—if you see me, you now know exactly what’s between me and my Calvin Kleins. Some consider this masochism. I call it an act of kindness. I’m sparing us all the indignity of muffin tops and back fat. Men, however, are different. They just are. And if I’m about to get my hero naked, he’d better not be wearing Manx.
What do you think? Are Manx a game changer or a game stopper?