Like most men I know, I grew up never hearing about the importance of daily thermal comfort. It wasn't a topic of conversation. Not at home. Not at school. Not among friends. Total silence around something essential to our well-being.
I wore boxers like everyone else. The ones in three-packs at the supermarket. I didn't ask questions. Why would I? No one had told me it mattered. That heat, compression, stagnant humidity — all of it accumulates, silently, day after day.
I didn't know my body was sending signals. That heaviness at the end of the day, the constant need to adjust, that slight discomfort I normalized — it wasn't normal. It was my body asking for more comfort.
