A few weeks ago, we told you a little known secret about America’s most beloved best dressed male Tim Gunn. One of his many unfulfilled dreams in life was to create Manx, a male version of the body slenderizing Spanx products for women. Whereas Spanx reshape a lumpy derrier and smooth out any and all bellyfolds, Manx would flatten any visible moob and, hopefully, pump up the groinroom. Good ol’ Tim was looking out for his fellow species; and it seems that somebody was listening.
BECAUSE NOW MANX IS REAL.
Meet Equmen’s core precision undershirt, a product being billed as Spanx for Men. For about $100, you too can look a little slimmer, though by the author’s own account, is seems that Spanx for Men are wayyyy more painful than the female version:
I manage to plunge myself into its flapping mouth. Several moments of flailing, grunting and yelping, and I’m in. Actually, no, not quite. Wrinkles of fabric are twisting up my arms, there are air pockets of fabric below my armpits and I’m trying not to fart. Which isn’t surprising, for where’s my stomach meant to go? My breathing is rapid and short, like a hunted creature’s. I’ve pulled on a size large, but according to the Equmen fitting table, I could equally have gone for a medium, my actual size, to “maximise results”. What, total asphyxiation?
Who knew men wearing Spanx needed a safe word?
So a tip to you, young readers: If you see some fine guy who just happens to pass out at a bar, chances are he is wearing a girdle. Here is a photo of the product:
I don’t know… it seems pretty sexy to me. Let’s just hope they give Mr. Gunn a cut of the profits, and keep him out of the loop when the accidental death lawsuits start rolling in.
Source: bestweekever.tv
BECAUSE NOW MANX IS REAL.
Meet Equmen’s core precision undershirt, a product being billed as Spanx for Men. For about $100, you too can look a little slimmer, though by the author’s own account, is seems that Spanx for Men are wayyyy more painful than the female version:
I manage to plunge myself into its flapping mouth. Several moments of flailing, grunting and yelping, and I’m in. Actually, no, not quite. Wrinkles of fabric are twisting up my arms, there are air pockets of fabric below my armpits and I’m trying not to fart. Which isn’t surprising, for where’s my stomach meant to go? My breathing is rapid and short, like a hunted creature’s. I’ve pulled on a size large, but according to the Equmen fitting table, I could equally have gone for a medium, my actual size, to “maximise results”. What, total asphyxiation?
Who knew men wearing Spanx needed a safe word?
So a tip to you, young readers: If you see some fine guy who just happens to pass out at a bar, chances are he is wearing a girdle. Here is a photo of the product:
I don’t know… it seems pretty sexy to me. Let’s just hope they give Mr. Gunn a cut of the profits, and keep him out of the loop when the accidental death lawsuits start rolling in.
Source: bestweekever.tv
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