Manic Monday--The Underwear That Dare Not Speak Its Name

Remember the days when comic book ads featured mens' girdles?

See, we call it The Commander because no red-blooded American male would be caught dead buying a girdle...

It is indeed a shame that our comics no longer feature these ads, because these things sound like the bees' knees:

All hail The Commander!!

I've even learned a new euphemism:

The "corporation?" Oh, you crazy 1940's cats.

Here's something really, really disquieting:

So they can wear the Commander on their sweaty, flabby body for ten days...and then return it?

Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

Ad from Atomic Bomb #1 (1946).