As someone who teaches sewing for a living, I spend a lot of time thinking about fit, structure, and what happens when fabric, gravity, and anatomy negotiate their complicated little treaties. So, when it comes to my own underwear, I expect the same standards I demand from a couture garment: Support where it counts, zero wardrobe diplomacy, and enough ease built in that nothing feels compressed, discouraged, or denied its natural ambitions. Men need a little - shall we say - dimensional flexibil...