I have found a fashionable grooming style that irks me: the longish beard on a young man. Maybe it's having seen too many pictures of the Mormon Patriarchs, but it triggers all my animosity towards patriarchal doo-doo heads who are going to call anathema on my head for being an uppity woman. Plus it looks dorky. Especially on the one I'm looking at with the short head hair in the stupid looking little spikes on top.
edit: I am all over (figuratively speaking) a man with a short, well-trimmed beard. Dork Beard was talking to my favorite incarnation here at work, a very tall young man with long hair that he often wears in a pony tail or in a warrior-esque knot on top of his head. His beard is short and tidy. Mmmmm.
~ma for Tim. That breathing thing is really all its cracked up to be. May they give him some relief quickly.
He's getting a chest x-Ray for potential pneumonia. Yikes!
Glad he's getting it checked out!
I told my next-cubicle-neighbor that I was wearing white because it was after Memorial Day and I've been waiting (although I do not really stick to that) and she had never heard of that rule. Completely foreign concept.
I don't wear white because I spill.
I have to think about the white thing when I go to upstate NY. Here white, or pink, or anything pastel works all year. I try and consider when I travel that I may look like I just arrived from Florida.
I don't wear white because I spill.
Yesterday I was going through my dresser drawers and I found a nice white button-down shirt that I never wear. So I was thinking, "I should wear this. On a day I don't eat food."
she had never heard of that rule. Completely foreign concept.
I never think about whether it's acceptable to wear white unless I'm going to a wedding or a funeral. Also I never wear much white in general because I'm also a spill-food-on-myself-ista.
I don't recall the first time I heard about this "rule." I think it may be more of a New England/New York kind of thing because of the Victorians and the nouveau riche.
