I have, on any number of occasions, bought the Dude a pair of drawers. Because they were funny (boxers with robots on them!) or sexy (mind your own beeswax) or whatever. In doing this, I’m part of the vast majority of women who are the primary knicker-shoppers for their male intimates. According to a poll conducted by Debenhams, a UK department store, anyway.
Guys choose their own man-gerie for a relatively brief (geddit?) period of time–the college years, roughly, and Debenhams poll seems to have determined that this is driven by young men’s desire for access to even more underpants: those worn by hot chicks–and of course, the hot chicks who wear them. Once settled into a relationship with one of these hot chicks and her panties, goes the thinking, men’s foundation shopping precipitously declines.
So, underwear buying is done by Moms and Ladyfriends or Wives, not by Dudes? Color me unsurprised. Most buying is done by Moms and Ladyfriends or Wives (and Sisters, and yes, even Hot Chicks). Shopping–for groceries, for birthday cards, for unmentionables–is coded as a feminine activity. Care-taking, maintenance of daily living: ditto.
That dudes do step up the the plate in their early 20s might be a sign of peacocking (31 pairs o’ pants a year?), or may simply represent the absence of a woman willing to step into his life as Chief Brief (and other Humbling Things) Officer.