I used to wear pink underwear sometimes.
Pink.
You read that right; some of my underpants were pink.
You got a problem with that?
Oh, they weren't pink when I bought them. They were your average, run-of-the-mill, tighty-whitey, (I HATE boxer shorts! Boxers don't seem to hold everything in place that underwear is supposed to...at least not for me), Fruit of the Loom underwear. White, with a gray waist band.
They turned pink one day when Mary Ellen washed them with one of her red sweaters.
She never said a word about it to me. 
One day, walked into bedroom, and there was my laundry folded neatly on my side of the bed. (Yes.  Mary Ellen does my laundry.  Sweet of her, no? But, before you get on your high horse about some women's right issues, please know that she does it without being asked, and I vacuum and dust and wash the dishes on a regular basis.)
As I was putting the clothes  away, I lifted a shirt off the pile, and there...there under the shirt...folded and stacked just as neat as can be...were five pairs of my underwear...bright pink.
I looked at Mary and said, "Washed something red, huh?" She giggled and nodded, and then she asked if I minded.
Why should I mind?  I mean, nobody sees my underwear except for me, and her...and, okay, the dog and the cats. But that's it. No big deal, right?
I didn't think so either, until the first time she saw me parading around the house in my pinkies.
She smiled and giggled.
I ignored it.
The next time she saw me in them, she did the same thing.
It irritated me a little, but again, I attempted to ignore it.
The third time it happened, I finally said, "Look.  I don't mind the fact that you dyed my underpants bright pink, but do you have to laugh about it every time you see me wearing them??!!"
She apologized, and then said, "But you look SO CUTE in them!!!"
That was it.  Men's underwear is not supposed to be cute.  For some reason, I developed a real aversion to wearing the damned things. I became suddenly very self-conscious when I wore them. I even imagined the dog snickering at me when I walked by with them on. 
There is something about the color pink that is an affront to masculinity, don't you think?
The pinkies have now been transformed into dust cloths.