Aw, come on … last week I blogged about my disappointment with L.L. Bean’s hunting catalog and that it could not even carry a decent piece of women’s underwear. I once won an award and $50 for a column I wrote about choosing the right underwear in the outdoors, based on the age-old theory that “cotton is rotten.” That paid for some of the gas to get to the conference to accept the award, minus the $10 to enter the contest in the first place.
Anyway, so L.L. Bean filled its hunting catalog with items for guys and dogs. Then, I had to go to my local Wal-Marts (as the natives refer to it in these parts) because it’s the only place in this town that carries humidifier treatment and what did I see in the Women’s Activewear department — hanging right out there for everyone coming in the front doors by the pharmacy? Men’s underpants! So, not only do the guys hog the hunting pages, they’re now encroaching in the women’s department at my Walmarts store.
Just like with the Bean thing, I got my hopes up, seeing those boxer briefs hanging there, looking like wick-away fabric and all … and then, I looked again. No Y-fronts, but a guy in the poster photo above the rack. So, here’s what I think happened. Someone forgot to put the Y-fronts in the pants and Walmarts bought ’em anyway and then, because they didn’t sell in the Men’s Activewear Department, someone put out a memo that read, “Hey, those Starter boxer briefs that aren’t selling in the Men’s Department this winter, put them in a prominent place in Women’s Activewear. Those gals are so desperate for non-cotton underclothes, that they’ll probably buy them.”
Uh, huh. Not this consumer. They couldn’t fool me. Maybe if they’d taken the little pretty boy poster down, the one who is getting ready to throw a perfect spiral, and removed the 2XXL ones from the rack, but no way.
And while we’re on the subject of Walmarts, is it only the stores in this part of the country, or is this the standard layout everywhere? The ladies lingerie department is located right across from the sporting goods department, making it very convenient for a perv to stand in that department and ogle gals over there. Meanwhile, and only because I’ve bought my husband’s socks in bags at Walmarts, the men’s section is hidden in the middle, the bowels really, of the store.
I’ve got a good notion to start messing with my store. Every time I pass by the lingerie section, I may just have to pick up a leopard-print bra and panty set and hang it, oh say, over by a turkey vest or maybe even over in the Men’s Activewear area.