very confused people
There are some very confused people around at the moment; people who seem to have lost all concept of what it means to be a man or a woman and who have long since given up acting in a civilized manner.
I refer of course to this story: It’s all in the jeans - boys will be girls.
Apparently:
Melbourne retailers have reported a surge in the number of men buying garments from women’s collections. But the trend is not the result of a new cross-dressing craze, rather fashion’s latest fascination with skinny, androgynous looks.
Oh dear. Like Rene from ‘Allo ‘Allo, I will say this only once: men should not go into women’s clothes shops on pain of death.
Trust me: I know. I once spent a memorably painful 45 minutes in the lingerie section in Myer Bourke Street, aged 16. I can still feel the shame.
As a gender, us men have no place in women’s clothes shops, just like cleaning products have no place in the toilets at Ringwood station and people who like V8 Supercars have no place at a library. I generally avoid ALL clothes shops, just to be safe.
Don’t get me wrong - I’ve nothing against dressing in women’s clothes. According to most accounts, many members of the conservative side of politics indulge quite frequently. If you’re a member of the clergy, frocks are absolutely de rigeur. In the privacy of your own room, and in certain clubs on certain nights in certain suburbs about which I know nothing at all, it can be very much acceptable.
But as fashion? No, it’s all wrong.
Oh yeah, and apparently people in South Australia sleep with members of their immediate family, but you knew that right?
Running
If you happen to be adept at reading between the lines of the above screed you may have noticed an above-average level of grumpiness. There’s a reason for that. You see in front of you the blog of a runner who hasn’t run since last Friday.
I’ve had what feels like the beginning of the world’s greatest man flu, and I can’t shake it. I have a feeling it started at last weekend’s run for the kids, where I had a very tight and painful chest (my own) at the end.
Not happy.
I’m glad I’m not the only one who has come down with a cold. I don’t feel so all alone now
I am tipping the entire state of Tasmania breathed a collective sigh of relief that the couple in question are residents of SA. I was going to go there today, I wrote the post, but I just couldn’t do it, the whole thing is just too sick making for words, and that was just the Emo boys in girls jeans issue. With the exception of the lovely Buster I make it a habit not to date boys whose legs are skinner than mine. Rule 1 - if you can fit into my skinny leg jeans it ‘aint gonna happen
I don’t think there’s any danger of me getting into your pants, Em.
I was going to mention the Tassie thing too, but Em has beaten me to it.
There is only one thing more uncomfortable than being in the ladies lingerie section, and that is hanging around outside the ladies fitting room waiting for the better half.
So true.
Where do you look? Where do you put your hands? How you possibly not look like a pervert?
man flu- lol does that mean you had a tickle in your throat… hehe
..sorry i shouldnt make fun of a non running runner..i know what that is like
SA people ….. well I think we all know that they have loads of problems!
Girls clothes, well I’m told I have some metro habits, but clothes will never happen, not with these thighs!
Oh…and not running since Friday…..minimal!
eeewwww, that is totally gross, the SA bit not the men dressing in women’s clothes bit, lol!
Hope you are feeling well soon, can’t have the gun runner out of action
There speaks someone who hasn’t seen me in suspenders.