Where I make some very good points about men’s shirts.
“Inconsistency makes my hair itch.”
Sometimes, when I am not too careful, I find myself reading the local newspaper. But I am not interested in sports, business or even politics. I am interested primarily in fashion, specifically, how various female celebrities look when they show up to court.
Why is that important to their legal predicament, you may ask? I don’t really know; I never finished law school. But apparently it is or the intrepid, investigative reporter would not have gone to such great lengths to mention it…
“Ms. Lohan, resplendent in an inappropriately short, leopard print minidress and no underpants stood and addressed the judge.”
Interestingly, these same reporters seem to give the male celebrities (and other defendants) a pass in this regard. Shocking, I know. Just once I would like to read…
“And then Mr. Clooney, wearing a chest-bearing, open collared, Armani shirt with sleeves rolled up to show off his luxurious arm-hair, broke down as the verdict was being read.”
I was just wondering. What does a guy have to do to become fashion Blogger? I mean, I like clothes; in fact, I wear them practically every day. So while I cannot say that I have ever worked in the industry, I certainly have extensive clothes experience.
So what would my fashion blog look like?
I’ll tell you. There would be a lot of commentary on sweatpants, athletic shorts and t-shirts. And underwear briefs—mostly white. And since I really don’t like shoes all that much, I probably devote several posts to sneakers. And flip-flops. And maybe water shoes, although that definitely bends more towards the exotic.
But that will be the appeal of my fashion blog. You’ll never know what you’re going to read next. Keeps the readers coming back for more, don’t you know.
My wife and I went to the Wholesale Mecca yesterday and I bought myself some shorts.
That’s right. The place that manufactures 6-month supplies of mayonnaise also manufactures menswear.
Of Note: One pair of shorts I bought thoughtfully includes an Expand-O-Waist™ feature for fatties like me who tend to eat 6-month supplies of mayonnaise.
To solve the conundrum of how to dress both comfortably and smartly at the office, I’ve taken to wearing pajamas. Matching, of course.
I find that among other things, pajamas allow me to fall asleep quickly during those frequent naps I take over the course of my workday. And due to its inherent fuzziness, my pajamas rarely look wrinkled upon waking.
So, I can go from sleepy-time to meeting-time with a minimum of fuss.
Not too long ago, I actually tried silk pajamas, thinking erroneously that it would impress both my co-workers and my supervisors. Surprisingly, I noticed little change in the regard or facial expressions I received from everyone in the office. In addition, I found myself repeatedly slipping off my leather desk chair. Particularly at nap time (see above).
In any event, where I work is a place of business. Therefore, I always try to remember to wear pajama tops with lapels. Except on Fridays, which as you know call for casual attire.
I keep reading in your magazines (Hey, I’m married. My wife gets a bunch of them.) about outfits that are “kicky”.
What exactly is “kicky”?
The mouth-breathing troglodyte that used to sit next to me in 3rd grade was kicky, but my sophisticated fashion sense tells me that the magazines are referring to something else.
I don’t think I’ll ever understand women.