The T-shirt seems to have become man’s last bastion of clothing. The last untouched area of clothing in which man can be the soul decider and show off his peacock feathers in any way he chooses.
Most jobs these days either have a uniform or require you to wear a shirt & tie. Whilst a shirt & tie may be smart, it offers zero comfort. Imagine having to spend most of your life with a small Anaconda around your neck! Unless you’re the one guy in the world who can get away with wearing the T-shirt with a tie printed on (in which case I salute you Sir!) then work clothes can be pretty grim.
The life of a work from home guy is usually relaxed, and in those wondrous hours of working (usually 10am – 2pm) you can wear what you want…this is where the vest comes in. The most comfortable item of clothing ever to have been invented. All the warmth of a top without the horrible constraints of sleeves. Your armpit hair waves around doing its best William Wallace impression. Vests however have their own problems, because can you wear them outside? No. Plain and simple no. Unless of course, you’re deliberately seeking the ridicule of every other male in the vicinity, not to mention making the female populous around you vividly aware of how your massive guns have shrunken down to tiny Walther PPKs. And even if you have muscles people just think you’re showing off!
Fate has already decided which football/rugby jersey you wear and like it or not that’s something you just have to deal with. The only options are to become a much hated glory supporter or create a fake identity, and the latter looks like a lot of effort.
Picture the scene…It’s a Sunday, you’re going for a roast at the local pub with the missus, then to a garden center and finally to visit one of her friends. Joy oh joy, exactly how you wanted to spend 50% of your free days during the week, right? Well it gets worse, you put on that favorite T-shirt with the eagle dressed as a fighter pilot, A-la Top Gun. But oh no, “at least wear something with a collar dear, try and look a little smart”, and so that last little freedom of yours is robbed by a shirt-wannabe bastard, a polo shirt. You can feel the anger seething out of every pore…
So finally we arrive at the solution, the last bastion of clothing for a man. Home from work? Wear a T-shirt. Saturday in? Wear a T-shirt. Evening with the in-laws? Wear a T-shirt, what can they do? I went to a family wedding last month and it was hot, I mean really hot, 31°C to be precise. After half an hour my uncle removed his suit jacket to reveal a plain black T-shirt. Like a boss he decided he was going to wear what he wanted and stick it to the man. He was the hero that day. He proved that T-shirts are versatile little shits who, providing you have the balls to wear them with pride, can do anything they want!