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Boxers or Briefs?

I must be nuts to address this age-old question.

Anyway, did you know the source of the popularity of this seemingly risque question?

Not that I didn't ponder this question myself for years.

Hmm ... Boxers, or Briefs?

You see, growing up, I felt that boxers were too clumsy inside the trousers and ride up your thighs - so they were never an option for me. Yet briefs grip you in a chokehold, not letting you breathe.

So, I'll confess. I tried boxers a few years ago. And got hooked on to them- I liked that I can lounge around in them.

But of course, as any man can tell you, boxers have, ahem, disadvantages.

And did you know that you are risking getting a hernia if you're running up and down stairs wearing boxers inside? Now that should scare you into giving up boxers! If you don't know what hernia is, and you didn't check the above link, take a look at this slideshow. It certainly scared my boxers off!

I'm now switching to boxer-briefs. Little more freedom than briefs, and a lot more protection than boxers.

p.s. If this advice is too late for you, cheer up with "Living with Hernia".

[Originally posted on my personal blog at muralikd.blogspot.com, December 15, 2006]

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