the art of boredom
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It turns out that, for men, tucking pants in boots has become as polarizing and controversial a topic as popping collars on polo shirts or rolling up pants to show the ankle. Mordechai Rubinstein, style blogger at Mister Mort, took to Twitter, blasting tuckers as “lil girls.”
i think it’s more a case of practicality than trendsetting, especially when you live in a city that periodically gets buried in snow.
Enter Exhibit A: the ninja slush puddle:
regardless, my pants bunch over my boots anyway just cause they’re slim enough. no need for a tuck.
We haven’t lost romance in the digital age, but we may be neglecting it. In doing so, antiquated art forms are taking on new importance. The power of a handwritten letter is greater than ever.
It’s personal and deliberate and means more than an e-mail or text ever will. It has a unique scent. It requires deciphering. But, most important, it’s flawed. There are errors in handwriting, punctuation, grammar, and spelling that show our vulnerability.
And vulnerability is the essence of romance. It’s the art of being uncalculated, the willingness to look foolish, the courage to say, “This is me, and I’m interested in you enough to show you my flaws with the hope that you may embrace me for all that I am but, more important, all that I am not.”
In an era where our country’s education system has all but abandoned cursive writing, the antiquity of a handwritten letter harks back to a time when things were simpler and cursive was a legitimate art form.
I miss that.
It’s amazing what a good haircut can do for a man’s confidence.
Your job’s a joke, you’re broke, your love life’s DOA
It’s like you’re always stuck in second gear
And it hasn’t been your day, your week, your month, or even your year, but…
I’LL BE THERE FOR
YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
