Monday, May 11, 2009

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

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

I can't believe it's a girdle!!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 the inferences of a feminine hygiene commercial!All hail The Commander!!

I've even learned a new euphemism:

My 401K knows all about sagging corporations...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).


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I like the implication that the effect of wearing this is like actually exercising and loosing weight.
There are commercials on TV right now for undershirts to control your belly. 100 yrs later and this stuff just does not stop coming.