I meet up with Miss Maggie nearly every Tuesday at a local coffee shop. This establishment is the study/social place for the local liberal arts college. We see our share of scruffy, flip-flop style young adults hovering over laptops and twice-as-thick textbooks. Occasionally I get a people watcher’s treat of a well-dressed student or professor. One particular male student seems to have the 1940’s look down pat: well trimmed and combed hair, canvas ruck-sack, sturdy brown oxfords, collared shirts, and a blue stripped cover-all which is just oh so manly. He stands out among the fluffy-head-chuck-wearing-skinny jeaned, uh, boys.
I sigh here, dear readers, when your next thought, as well as mine, might be: he must be gay. HOW on earth did we get to the place where one must assume good clothing and grooming practices exclude the secure heterosexual? Its like men are not expected to care a modicum beyond whether they have a polo shirt and khakis that don’t stink (and neither are women, but that is a separate rant.)
[Insert thought here: My husband dresses well and to the occasion. I am in charge of his haircuts, so if he looks scraggy, its my duty to fix it.]
On my blog reader feed, I have the Aesthetic Traditionalist, who celebrates Masculine Fashion, both current and past. Another blog I like to take a look-see at every once and a while is Advanced Style. Men who know how to dress themselves! Politely and cleanly!