I want to talk about underwear for a moment.

Now, duly warned, you have the option to click elsewhere on the dub-dub-dub before reading further. Right? Right.

Anyway.

Men’s underwear usually comes in two color schemes: All white, or a variety pack of colors. The colors are, for the most part, something on the white-to-black greyscale spectrum or a subdued kind of blue or green. None of it really matters because ninety-nine days out of a hundred nobody’s going to see the underwear anyway.

Okay, except those dudes who still insist on doing the saggy pants thing. I have never and will never understand that, but whatever.

Why, then, did the makers of my current brand of underwear decide to throw bright orange into the mix of available random colors? I’m not just talking about kind-of-orange, oh no. This is high-vis orange. This is “it’s hunting season please don’t shoot me” orange. This is a kind of orange which, were it any louder, would require donning protective eyewear before pulling the garment piece out of the drawer in the morning.

It boggles the mind. I wonder how this got past the committee which almost certainly was in charge of approving color choices.

And these are the thoughts that drift through my mind on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Aren’t you glad I’ve started using my journal again?