I am proud of this piece, and it'd be a damn shame if it didn't see the light of day. Let me know what you think in the comments, because this has further implications than stroking my own ego. We stand at the precipice of a treacherous new age. Read on for more.
* * *
How the Term “Lumbersexual” could Spell the
End of Society As We Know It
I’m starting this article with a
disclaimer: I’m not a fashion guy. I’m generally a jeans and button up kind of
guy, throwing caution to the wind and wearing a T-shirt a couple times a week.
I’m aware that “men’s fashion” is a thing, a thing I’m able to observe from the
outside and decide whether of not I wish to partake in the event. More often
than not, I find it ridiculous, so I tend to steer clear.
For example, remember when the Fashion
Powers-That-Be (I assume a trio of giant floating heads) tried to make us, the
purchasing public, believe that men’s leggings – “meggings,” for Christ’s sake – were the next big thing? That was
the last time I entered the ring of the industry, arms swinging, with an
opinion – specifically, that the Men’s Fashion world could calmly fuck itself.
A grand lot of difference that made,
because they changed tack and started selling us “skinny jeans”, or leggings
made of denim.
Now,
I also take pride in what I call “Manly Pursuits” – not hobbies per se but a set of skills that a man
should be able to do. These “manly pursuits" include things like building a
stable fire, woodwork, fishing, and of course, telling a good story (in my
case, through writing). Even simple things like fixing something instead of
buying a new one, or – worse – paying someone else to fix it. If your toilet
needs a $5 replacement part, and you hire somebody that charges you $100 for
‘parts and labour’, you suddenly have an expensive toilet, a lighter wallet,
and I feel it’s fair to say that you’re a sucker. I’m not saying women can’t
and shouldn't follow manly pursuits. It’s actually kind of a turn on when a woman knows how to fix her
own toilet. It’s just that men should
be able to. The last 50 years have
devolved into a feminization of society (and I say that with full respect to
women – I consider myself a feminist).
All I’m saying is that you could get a 27 year
old from today, and a 27 year old from the 1950s, I have a feeling the former
would be licking his wounds and the latter would be stitching his own up.
Where these two topics collide, sadly, is
represented by a word I shudder to even write – lumbersexual. A quick Google Image Search will reveal hundreds of men that all put a little too much time into making their photo shoot look casual. It makes me want to knock their teeth out with the blunt end of those axes.
I’m sorry. No. Any man can grow a beard and wear plaid, but
give any random man an axe and see who can give you back a pile of firewood.
We’ve become a generation of boys without bedtimes, staying up playing video games
and not honing our outdoor skills.
And don’t give me that “faster reflexes”
argument. Faster reflexes don’t mean anything when you’re starving in the
wilderness – and even if you CAN catch a fish straight out of the water, or a rabbit on
the fly, do you know how to prepare it? (I don’t either, but that’s why I’m
learning.) Today’s man is ill equipped to deal with real world tasks beyond his
taxes. The fashion world, frankly, has no God-damn right on this Earth to tell
a man how to dressed, and a real man doesn’t give a shit and goes back to wrestling
bears (truly the Manliest of pursuits).
Before you ask: yes, I have flannel shirts.
Real flannel. It’s ripped, but still warm. My jeans are boot cut, because have
you ever actually worn skinny jeans? It’s like being swallowed by an anaconda
from the feet up. Jeans should absorb grease, blood, ink, and mud. And yes, I have a beard. I live in a ski town.
It keeps my face warm, and it’s cheaper than a scarf.
 |
| Sometimes, on really great winter days, I keep snow in it. |
Maybe I’ll shave it off soon. Who the fuck cares? It’s my face, and
hair grows back. The old saying says
that the clothes maketh the man, but we’re entering into dangerous territory
where the clothes are all that maketh
the man.
