Miranda Larbi, Metro.co.uk is ON IT.
Scott “Dilbert” Adams argues that V-neck sweaters are emasculating.
I can’t figure out whether Adams, who has espoused other bizarre views, seriously believes this or if it’s parody.
For the record, I bought myself a V-neck sweater this year and liked it. I wore it a couple of times on a trip back east in February. A V-neck sweater is an excellent, versatile, cool-weather garment, particularly if you’re living out of a suitcase; you can dress it up, with a suit, or dress it down, with jeans.
One of the few liabilities of living in Southern California is you don’t get opportunities to wear cool stuff like sweaters and boots and vintage leather jackets.
Perhaps the biggest unreported story of this presidential election is the humiliation of the American male. Unless I’m blinded by confirmation bias – which is entirely possible – it seems to me that the humiliation of American men is now institutionalized in the media.
Check out this commercial for dishwasher detergent. And take careful note of the American man’s v-neck sweater. That’s the uniform of a man who is owned by a woman.
You’re laughing because you know it’s true. How many of the married men reading this blog have received those same sweaters as “gifts” from women? Personally, I’ve received about 25 over the years. None from men. I received three of those sweaters so far this year. I throw them away. Nice try.
Creator Of Dilbert Thinks V-Neck Sweaters Humiliate Men, Fine With Ties That Curve Upward
— Chase Mitchell (@ChaseMit) June 23, 2016
RamsesThePigeon explains the difference between men and women.
Meet the men of PR: ‘It is a different world for us’ [Yuyu Chen – Digiday]
It can get lonely for a guy in PR.
One senior exec with more than 15 years experience has often found himself to be the only man in the room. He recalls one meeting in particular when, while waiting for things to get started, a female colleague gushed about Tory Burch. Others joined in. “I had no idea what in the world they were talking about,” he said. “She responded, ‘You don’t know what Tory Burch is?’ And the rest of the women were like, ‘Really?’”
Sure, the smallest violin in the world plays the saddest song for this fellow. And yet, at some of the companies he’s worked for, he was often excluded from happy hour because the rest of his colleagues wanted a girls night out. He’s been left out of office perks, like manicures, when there was no macho equivalent.
I’m curious what my friends in PR think of this.
I have no idea who Tony Burch is. I don’t remember ever hearing the name before.
Another: Vintage mustachioed men and their dogs [Matthew’s Island of Misfit Toys]
“For many men, taking a piss at the office is apparently a 'nightmarish' experience,” writes J. Bryan Lowder at Slate. “[P]aranoia about seeing and being seen, elaborate attempts to construct sonic shields, and most of all, a deep sense that the perils of humiliation and social opprobrium waiting on the other side of the restroom door may very well outweigh the relief of relieving oneself.”
I do not share this phobia, and am surprised by the implication that it's common.
I do, however, share the common American custom of always selecting the urinal furthest from other men. That requires a quick bit of calculus in a busy public restroom. I don't remember ever being taught this. It's something you just absorb.
If this phobia is, indeed, common, it would explain one of the objections to Google Glass, that men would use it to secretly take pictures of other men's Carlos Dangers in public restrooms. You hear this a lot, and it baffles me. I don't think it's going to happen except extremely rarely – statistically equivalent to never. And if it does, well, I don't actually care. My Johnson is not some magical sprite that melts away when exposed to a photographic lens.