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Definitive Proof of the Chickification of America
My Hero, Rush Limbaugh, used to say that America was being Chickified by the 1960s radicals running the education system, and the media in our country. This weekend, I can say that I have seen definitive proof of that assertion. Every once in a while, my Saturday/Sunday WSJ comes with a free advertising insert, called Reside, a slick magazine aimed at wealthy homeowners, featuring expensive homes and pastimes. This week’s issue contained a story on “men’s fashion”. And, believe me, the scare-quotes are totally warranted. Below is what today is presented as men’s High Fashion. No joke, real stuff.
I had to look three times, to confirm that the people depicted in this outrageous getup were actually male. I believe there is actually some question about that.
In any case, no one dressed like that will ever be allowed within a mile of me, if I have any say about it. My bet is that none of the real Men here on Ricochet would be caught dead in that garb. Would they?
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It depends on the bet.
Those look like fashion crimes, but they are tame next to 2020 men’s skirts and dresses on the fashion runways:
The outer two look like school-age boys wearing pajamas with other garments, like a prep-school prank. The one in the middle looks he chopped up curtains to make into shorts.
The dresses picture is just wrong – it’s not even drag queen level.
Prep school? I was thinking hobo chic. Patchwork and rags.
Actual Men don’t pay any attention to High Fashion.
Paging @peterrobinson
In all fairness to the flaming homosexuals that spit out high fashion designs, post-modernism’s cultural attempts to reinvent the wheel of art while avoiding anything resembling a trope or derivation provides an incredible challenge to aspiring designers of men’s fashion.
What is to be concerning is that any straight male would pay close enough attention to high fashion that they would dress like this willingly (and not under duress by a gay stylist or female lover).
So yes, it is safe to say that any man caught dead wearing these atrocities without irony has absolutely no idea where he lost his balls.
Thankfully, men have always approached fashion in a utilitarian manner. Does it hide the private bits and is it suitable for what I need to do today? In which case, men at work will make different choices. The closest to fashion trends they get (which isn’t high fashion still) is in formal or business attire. So as long as we keep men at work, they should keep their masculinity.
Unplug it and then plug it back in.
See if that helps.
We need a Ricochet “Quote of the Year” competition so I can nominate this quote.
Seconded.
If he had any in the first place . . .
Might as well have been photoshopped, exchanging the models heads for men’s heads. But then the mag would have to pay twice the fees.
The thing about mens “fashion” of that type is the the only ones who pay it any attention are already homosexual.
There’s a song about that, one my mother–who knew more vulgar songs than anyone I’ve ever known–used to gleefully sing on the rare occasions that she undertook any sort of housework.
None that are still here, anyway. LOLOL.
Oh, this gladdens my heart. A few more sashays down the catwalk in fishnet stockings, and “he’ll” be ready to throw in the towel. There are a (very) few discomforts I’m willing to put up with in the name of feminine vanity or because of some alleged “come hither” quality. Fishnet stockings have never been one of them.
I am always a bit conflicted about theories that what men wear signal the proximity of some sort of End Times. Lord knows, there have been many periods in history when outrageous male fashion ruled the roosters and boggled the mind, both of their contemporaries and of us looking back in time. What I find depressing is how badly-fitting, poorly-cut, and just plain trashy-looking most of today’s efforts are, in a time when those three things seem to be considered features, not bugs. The only thing that’s really unforgivable these days, is to wear something that fits well, is cut properly, and looks classy–all things that indicate privilege and at least half a dozen “ists” and “isms” attributable to the wearer.
These are my Wednesday outfits.
Disgusting, I would suggest a more manly look from Scottish fashion that starts at an early age.
No fair! Two of them get claidheamh beags. What’s the other one supposed to do?
Adam Carolla wrote this ten years ago.
Not this old argument again! High fashion is not a good indicator of social values on the ground!!!
Just look at these effeminate fops, with their coiffed hair, their skin-tight trousers, and their silk stockings!
Now, show me some photos of what the kids are actually wearing these days, and maybe I’ll wring my hands a bit (but probably not). And I mean the average kids, not the exceptional ones who are already making a living from their Instagram accounts.
Obey.
It is now considered permissible for young people to leave their homes wearing their pajama bottoms and slippers. I see kids wearing flannel pjs in kiddie patterns all the time when I go shopping.
Gross!
In today’s new “Woke Military”, that might be a photo for a future boot camp graduation…
That one on the bottom left with the caption “Douglas Bull”?
I was sure that was Gabe Kaplan when I first looked at it.
Or Ron Jeremy…
Maybe to a costume party. A masked costume party.
That ain’t new. College kids have been doing that since at least the 1990s.
Actually, I lived through that time, and men did really dress that way. In public.
I didn’t. Trust me, if it still fit I could be buried in the suit in which I was married and it would not look out of place today.
(Although I did have acquaintances – I would not call anyone with taste that bad a friend – who owned and wore baby blue and burnt orange leisure suits.)
There’s nothing wrong about wearing a kilt as long as one has the legs for it. Sadly, I don’t have the legs or the proper ancestry.