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R.I.P. Men

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WHEN MEN WERE MEN
 
In a perfect world no one would care about fashion and ascribe anything to it. However, so many times, a fashion "statement" has been exactly that, meant to cause a reaction. We, as social creatures, have been raised on a valuation system which takes into account the way we dress, or fashion. To think that it doesn't matter is folly bordering on foolishness. We are constantly making judgements of people on a myriad of things, not the least of which, is how they dress.

Real men? What is that, exactly? Does it even apply to fashion at all? I wouldn't be caught dead in one of those outside a costume party, but it doesn't bother me that someone finds it fun or up their alley. I'm also not big on t-shirts with the sleeves cut off or crocs. Doesn't mean I feel they should be done away with :)
 
This is why God invented capitalism, son. If these men are meant to succeed then their product will be met with open arms by the free market. If not, then they will fail, likely file bankruptcy, and be at the ridicule of all their friends, family, and neighbors for as long as they live.
Excellent point. I was in retail clothing in the late 60s when the Nehru jacket became all the rage. It lasted about 6 months. We ended up with a lot of Nehru jackets we couldn't give away and sold them to a jobber for 10 cents on the dollar.
 
Excellent point. I was in retail clothing in the late 60s when the Nehru jacket became all the rage. It lasted about 6 months. We ended up with a lot of Nehru jackets we couldn't give away and sold them to a jobber for 10 cents on the dollar.

My dad had one! This made me crack up. I gotta shoot him a 'lil message reminding him I remember that thing :D
 
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Amazing how some people that will complain about this were perfectly ok with Robert Plant rubbing his nipples while gyrating his moose knuckle too and fro back in the day.

Remember when men were real men, and sang in high falsetto voices while wearing blouses?

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Like that Foreigner song Hot Blooded. The dude is singing 'Well, I'm hot blooded, check it and see / I got a fever of a hundred and three', but he sounds like a little bitch.
 
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If you dare to portray a woman as a bumbling fool, or even as a housewife you will be accused of sexism.

Virtually every single TV show with a couple follows the same formula: an attractive, smart, voice of reason woman is married to a slightly overweight bumbling fool of a husband that she saves daily with her superior intelligence.
He's right.

Tell us more about the horrible injustices that go on in the imaginary world in which you live.

Tell me more about this imaginary world you live in where middle class white married dads have zero injustices to deal with. NOBODY picks on us. ;) Of course, we're not allowed to speak of them for fear of being called an "ist". (Racist, sexist....pick your ist)


Oh yeah! I just remembered that sit com where the husband/dad is portrayed as the only one with any brains in the family that has aired since 1979! It's the one where he would be fine if his wife didn't fix everything for him within the half hour! It's that one where he doesn't wash colors and whites together, and doesn't spend the mortgage money on a grill, and doesn't wreck the car, or doesn't forget his wife's anniversary! It's hilarious! It's called...... uh...... wait..... It's....... Oh yeah! It's...... (cue crickets) :D

(Calm down. You know me well enough by now to know that I'm not really bent out of shape about it. Take my writing style for what it's worth.)

About the rompers. They're simply dumb. I bet they sit around playing with fidget spinners in those things. :roflmao:

Honestly, I hope I never see one of those things when I'm inches away from a hot mic on stage. I don't know that I'll be able to contain myself. :cool:
 
I thought "poof" was an English term and not necessarily relegated to any specific time period.

It might well have originated in Britain (not England necessarily), but it is a derogatory term that has been slowly phased out of the national lexicon. In the '70s I could probably have jokingly called my boss a poof and it would have been nothing more than banter. If I did it now I would probably be dealing with HR. In general it is way less common here to use phrases or words relating to homosexuality to denigrate somebody; quite rightly so in my case. When I was at school you still called something 'gay' if it didn't work or use that term to describe somebody if they seemed weak and/or pathetic, extending as far as when guys talked about things that upset our troubled them. Upset because your mother is ill? Stop being such a fag! Etc, ad nauseum. I guess if you grow up with that language then you absorb it.
 
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He's right.



Tell me more about this imaginary world you live in where middle class white married dads have zero injustices to deal with. NOBODY picks on us. ;) Of course, we're not allowed to speak of them for fear of being called an "ist". (Racist, sexist....pick your ist)


Oh yeah! I just remembered that sit com where the husband/dad is portrayed as the only one with any brains in the family that has aired since 1979! It's the one where he would be fine if his wife didn't fix everything for him within the half hour! It's that one where he doesn't wash colors and whites together, and doesn't spend the mortgage money on a grill, and doesn't wreck the car, or doesn't forget his wife's anniversary! It's hilarious! It's called...... uh...... wait..... It's....... Oh yeah! It's...... (cue crickets) :D

(Calm down. You know me well enough by now to know that I'm not really bent out of shape about it. Take my writing style for what it's worth.)

About the rompers. They're simply dumb. I bet they sit around playing with fidget spinners in those things. :roflmao:

Honestly, I hope I never see one of those things when I'm inches away from a hot mic on stage. I don't know that I'll be able to contain myself. :cool:
Two Fingers. IF...*IF* the crowd loved you wearing a romper on stage, and the girls liked it, would you wear it? I would.
 
It might well have originated in Britain (not England necessarily), but it is a derogatory term that has been slowly phased out of the national lexicon. In the '70s I could probably have jokingly called my boss a poof and it would have been nothing more than banter. If I did it now I would probably be dealing with HR. In general it is way less common here to use phrases or words relating to homosexuality to denigrate somebody; quite rightly so in my case. When I was at school you still called something 'gay' if it didn't work or use that term to describe somebody if they seemed weak and/or pathetic, extending as far as when guys talked about things that upset our troubled them. Upset because your mother is ill? Stop being such a fag! Etc, ad nauseum. I guess if you grow up with that language then you absorb it.
Yep. My dad used to use the term but instead of "poof" he would say a person was a "poofter". Still, it didn't really have a hateful (against gays) connotation back then.