rethinking the reboot

I grew up watching more weekly television shows than most kids my age.  And, Saturday morning cartoons … . They were the bomb.  Over time, my viewing opportunities decreased, of course.  Though, I still loved the idea of watching a scheduled show. When you’re having a shitty week, knowing that there was something to get you through was nice. Even if it was a 30 minute sit-com.

As I aged even more, my habits changed accordingly.  I worked 2, if not 3, nights every week. And, Life happened. I attempted to tape/DVR certain shows.  Before long, I was so far behind, it was pointless to continue.

Which brings me to the latest television trend – binge watching.  I’m not wired for binge anything – not eating, not drinking, and definitely not watching television. Sounds boring, but I’m fine with it.

Speaking of trending television tendencies, rebooting old shows has become quite the thing to do.  I’ve always said that original ideas are hard to produce. Sustaining quality is even harder.  Therefore, it’s only natural that freshening up an old  network franchise would work.

Not always.

Charlie’s Angels

Drew Barrymore, Cameron Diaz, and Lucy Liu had the perfect amount of ‘camp’ to pull off these movies.  The short-lived television reboot … didn’t.

Fuller House

The Bob Saget weekly fatherly ‘lessons’ set to music made me nauseous.  Why would I ever watch it again? Besides, those Olsen twins really weren’t that cute.

Will and Grace

never saw an episode – no real reason.

Rosanne

Not a big fan of Rosanne Barr back then.  Not a big fan of Rosanne Barr now, either.

Murphy Brown

The show ran from for 1988 to 1998 – 247 episodes. Over that 10 year run, the show highlighted a running ‘gag’.  Murphy Brown had a total of 93 secretaries – all referred to by number in the closing credits.

secretarial antics – Murphy Brown

Diane English, the series creator, wrote and director almost every episode in the first four years. Then, she departed the show to produce a spin off – which spiraled downward. Fast  Anyway, after she left, the quality of Murphy Brown took a major hit. Two words –  Dan Quayle – potatoes. Okay, that was technically three words.  About that same time,  I was looking for an out.  It was harder and harder to tune in.  I think I lasted the next season. Then, I was done.

Alas, 20 years later, a reboot is on tap.  Diane English is at the helm and Candice Bergen returns in the title role.  However, I probs won’t watch.  Bergen portrayed a strong, brash woman taking on, like, everyone – especially the system. Back then, it was funny. Now, that’s the LAST thing I want to watch. She’s older, and undoubtedly brasher.  Why would I ever willingly  listen to that?  I hate woman.  Truthfully, I hate everyone. But strong-willed women have really worn me down, man. So much so, that I’m not even curious to see how the whole secretary story line will be handled.

Secretary #94 – Dan Quayle?

“Tempting.  But no.”

The Prescription Fairy has competition

A friend of mine works for a popular pharmacy chain that decided to participate in a new fundraiser.  First of all, charitable organizations are a duel edged sword.  Even if a cause is totally legit, I’m still skeptical. Imagine that, eh? What amount of the money donated is actually going to the recipients who need the funds rather than administrative fees?

shot in the … arm

Case in point – flu shots.  Let me rephrase that – fucking flu shots.  It’s been established over and over how much I hate flu shots.  Every pharmacist I know curses the damn things.  However, once I learned what a crock of shit the ‘get a shot, give a shot‘ promotion truly was, my hate escalated.  Escalated hate in any situation is bad – especially retail. (Though inflicting pain on happy, delusional people with a sharp needle does help. Somewhat.) According to the chain website, only $0.22 per shot is eventually donated.  Retail price for the vaccine is $31.99.  That’s not even 1%.  It’s frightening how corporate marketing can manipulate verbiage.

Before I continue, let me qualify something.  I know nothing about charitable organizations and the governmental parameters that dictate what and how much can be donated. That shot promotion campaign is undoubtedly within guidelines.  If it stated something different like – every shot given will help fund vaccinations in under developed nations – my anger would be curbed. Not as much as the joy inflicting pain provides.  Still, … .

what’s UP with that* 

Funny thing happened to a friend of mine – let’s call her Kimmie – a few years ago.  Here in Traverse there is a local organization that is funded by donations from the community. One facet of this Foundation helps people pay for prescriptions if the recipient can’t afford the medication.  Kimmie talked with a man who stated this service was going to pay for his prescription.  All he needed was to communicate to the representative the price of the medication.  Kimmie was upset about this inappropriate allocation of charitable funds. Yet, she had to comply. When the representative called, inquiring about the total price, Kimmie challenged the logic behind payment. The volunteer  stated that  the Foundation  “didn’t pass judgement.” The prescription was for Viagra.  When other people’s money is being spent, executive decisions need to be made.  That is NOT judgement.

*pun totally intended

celestial rivalry

Back to the incident that started this whole rant. The new promotion at this retail company mandated that every time a vitamin product was sold, 1 % of that sale would go toward providing “life-changing vitamins to undernourished children around the world and here at home“.  Here’s the best part – each store was provided a greeting card that employees could sign to send to a randomly selected child.  The promotion is called Vitamin Angel.

Thankfully, I’ve already ranted enough.  To wrap my brain around this ‘gesture’ is too much for me to put into words. Instead, I laughed. And instantly thought of an ex-technician. She once told a customer that the reason her prescription wasn’t done was because the Prescription Fairy was off duty.

Red Nose anyone?

a first edition blind date

Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.                                                                                                                  – Cassandra Clare

My youngest daughter is fifteen and just had her very first blind date.  Why am I blogging about such an event? Moreover, why am I so calm? She IS only fifteen.

Well, to be perfectly honest, she has literary-ly been dating for years.

Fictional characters, that is.  William “Will” Herondale from Cassandra Clare’s The Shadowhunters series was her first ‘book boyfriend’. Oh, and the blind date?  It’s with a paperback.  So, that potential parental crisis was resolved even before it began. (sigh of relief)

A Blind Date with a Book is a hand wrapped book, carefully curated from a wide range of popular genres that is tagged with intriguing clues alluding to the book inside. This curated collection includes everything from mystery, romance, classics, horror, adventure, science fiction to young adult.

We pick books that readers may have missed by great authors or other great books that perhaps did not receive the publicity that they deserved. Orders are shipped worldwide and are a great present for yourself or someone else.

Blind Date with a Book began at Elizabeth’s Bookshops in Australia and is now available at Waitrose stores in England.

a different kind of … blind date

This is my reader.  The one who sports graphic t-shirts with such phrases as Mentally dating a fictional character  and  the definition of a Book Hangover.  Any potential non-fictional boyfriend could never measure up to these beautifully written characters she so willingly angsts over.  Trust me, it’s a good thing. Each character is quite the proverbial train wreck.  Poor Mr. Herondale is the quintessential conductor. My daughter would never mess with shit like that in real life.  I’m confident she will be quite discerning when it comes to actual dating. (even bigger sigh of relief)

One must always be careful of books.
Cassandra Clare

Back to this Blind Date with a Book idea.  I think it’s way fun.

  • book dating is less stressful than the ‘blind’ version.  Though emotional connections to fictional characters can cause lasting impressions.  As a parent, books are definitely preferred – for now, at least.
  • stop reading if you’re disappointed.  On a real date, you at least have to make it through the appetizer course before bailing.
  • inexpensive – this particular ‘date’ was a BONUS deal  leftover from Valentine’s Day.  Nowadays, separate checks are becoming the accepted protocol in certain dating situations – that can get expensive.
  • you can request a ‘second date’ in either scenario.
  • No awkwardness – chances of ‘bumping into’ a fictional character in a public place are slim if not none.

Her ‘blind date’ was a Harlequin Romance.  Even though she is not a fan of the genre, she will probably read it in one evening, enjoying the entire meal. She may even have tea.  Then, she will cast it aside, waiting for the next ‘boy’ to come along.  Oh, the drama!

Never trust a duck.                                                                                                                                                                                                      – Will Herondale

hair I go again

It’s been  almost 2 years since I posted about my hair raising experience when ‘Barber Fred’ had surgery. In that time, I’ve gone through my share of wanna be coiffure creators. More recently, I’ve even decided to let the ‘fro grow. For the record,  I’m still friends with Jake the bald butcher. Yet, I rarely ask him for advice. Remember, he’s bald. Though, he did recommend a very nice, affordable fish selection last week – Canadian Red Fish.  It was quite good.

Fred’s final farewell

When Fred returned from his medical leave, he changed – he got pissy.  Can you believe he was mad I found a substitute barber in his absence? As if the whole experience wasn’t hair-iffing enough. After that, I was done with Fred. I’m already surrounded by pissy people in several aspects of my life. Why willingly add another? A haircut is a cathartic experience to be enjoyed.  To piss on that is just wrong.

Thankfully, I found  ‘Barber Jeff’ – a basic dude that, like Fred, knows his hair. Interesting fact: Jeff actually cuts my hair the way I ask.  Odd concept, eh? He also encouraged my growth.  I’m talkin’ hair growth, okay. Personal growth is highly overrated.  Something, that just doesn’t work for me.

 Taming of the … mane

At 52, I have a thick, unruly head of hair.  I’m grateful every day for the familial good hair gene. However, with my recent decision, my mane remains untamed. Barber Jeff does NOT believe in thinning shears either. Once, he attempted to explain his reasoning. I stopped him before he even started.  I don’t care that much. For me, though, it’s a problem.  I really don’t want to spend time ‘styling’ my hair. Contrary to what some may think, I’m not that high-maintenance. Therefore, I must deal with my do.

  • baseball caps work great – the IOWA hat is my favorite, of course. I also have a SKI Hawaii hat. Where does one ski in Hawaii? I have no idea.  I just liked the hat.
  • I finally bought a  comb AND a brush. The instruction manual needed to be downloaded, though. (Pause)
  • I cannot do any hair products that are scented.  So, this limits product availability.  And, if there is a hold scale, I need  it firm and strong, baby.  Hmm… .  That’s sounded … questionable.
  • Jeff recommended hair oil. I’m still getting used to it, but it’s very cool.
  • I will never, ever, sport the man bun. I hate those fucking things.  Besides, my hair really doesn’t grow ‘long’, per say.  It defies gravity, growing every which way but down.  Think Whoopie Goldberg hair in the humidity  of Mid-August. On a white male.

parting thought

Considering that my kids  are the pulse of what is hip and trendy, they are hesitant to encourage my new look.  So, who knows.  My hair today could very well be gone tomorrow.

Here I Go Again

The Shape of … Easter Candy?

Don’t worry, this post has nothing to do with the Academy Award winning movie The Shape of Water.  Rewording the title totally worked for this entry, though.  I chose Easter candy because the celebration is, like, next week and I needed to get my annual fix.  Throwing shade at retail commercialization of holidays is quite fun.

let’s hop to it

A friend of mine started as a technician, went to pharmacy school, then climbed the store ladder to become management. For the record, I tried to talk him out of every career advancement.  He didn’t listen.  No one ever does. And, yes, we are still friends.  He’s a good guy.  Eventually, he grew weary of the retail side and decided to become a corporate suit.  Unfortunately, that ‘suit’ didn’t really fit either.  Why doesn’t anyone ever listen to me?  Fortunately, he is quite motivated and more resourceful than me, so everything worked in his favor.

Once I asked him if there was anything he missed about working retail.  He thought for a moment, then responded, “holiday shaped candy.”  Sounds funny coming from a grown man, but we all have our indulgences.  When working retail pharmacy, it’s the little things in life, or the promotional aisle in this case,  that get you through long ass days. If an egg-shaped Snickers bar makes you happy – go for it!

eggistentially shaped 

Every holiday has it shapes – some scarier and more questionable than others, of course.  I’m pretty basic – Santa and snowman shaped chocolates for Christmas stockings, hearts for Valentine’s Day, and egg shaped Easter chocolates.  Once I indulged in green-sprinkled, shamrock shaped butter cookies.  Those were from a bakery and don’t count. To be perfectly honest, I have issues with chocolate bunnies. (Pause) Let me rephrase that.  My children dislike bunny shaped chocolates because the ears break off too easily.

confectioner peer pressure

Let’s face it – every candy company ‘shaped up’, realizing that fun packaging made it into Easter baskets.  In my opinion, there is too much fake peanut butter in the Reese’s egg.  It’s all about the ratio, man.  Snickers eggs just taste different. And, I prefer Milky Way Dark eggs over Milk Chocolate for some reason. Don’t ask me why. Thankfully, none of these manufacturers hopped on the ‘bunny’ bandwagon. (pun intended).  Or ducks for that matter.

the bunny laid that egg

A friend from college loved Cadbury eggs. Gross. I just can’t do that creamy, liquid center thing – sounds and looks absolutely disgusting.  Besides, the thought of that much the sugar in one treat is … gross.

my peeps love Peeps

When I was young, marshmallow Peeps where the family bomb.  It was our Easter basket staple.  Peeps could do any damn shape they wanted as far as my family was concerned.  Peeps did bunnies good.  I think they even did ducks. (Pause)

Well, I think my rant is over.  Whether it’s done or not, it should be over.  I was pausing way too much.

Jelly Bird Eggs anyone?

Ode to the Airliner

I was totally stoked when I thought of this idea.  It’s amazing how a passing question like ‘does pineapple belong on pizza?’ in a casual conversation could foster such incredible memories. If I could’ve I would’ve gone home that evening and penned this post.  At first, I intended to incorporate both pizza and the Airliner into one entry.   Then decided each topic deserved their own – pizza was the perfect MasterCard Moment and the Airliner… . Hell, the Airliner was an Ode if there ever was one.  To have a Moment and an Ode back to back is postally preposterous.

My pizza piece was quite tasty, if I do say so myself. Unfortunately, every attempt to pen my Airliner Ode was thwarted with frustration.  I was blocked, man.  It was bad!  The thought of what I wanted to write, moreover, the feeling I needed to convey seemed like it would be effortless to put into words.   But, it wasn’t. What I wanted was that Stephen King Stand by Me type voice-over moment – a simple, yet eloquent ‘eulogy’ of sort, immortalizing days gone by.  Then I realized that my memories were just that – mine. Well, mine and the friends who shared said pizza with sausage, pineapple, and green peppers at the Airliner thirty years ago. Understanding this made my inadequacy a bit more tolerable.

Be this as it all may be, I found a suitable, rhetorical tribute.

It is Iowa City’s oldest and best-known bar. Mostly, it has been a student hangout for generations. In 65 years, it has changed, and not changed. It is still redolent with the smell of beer, which most of its patrons drink. The inside walls are still brick; the ceiling is the same pressed tin. There is still a popcorn machine in the corner. Opposite it is a semi-circular booth with a brass plate. The booth is dedicated to Tom Brokaw, the ex-NBC news anchor who was a student at the University of Iowa in 1958 and 1959. Brokaw left Iowa because he said he spent more time at the Airliner than in class.

On one wall are pictures of naval pre-flight aviation cadets, elbow to elbow at the bar in their whites. It was 1944, when the place became such a hangout for the cadets that it came to be called the Airliner

a ‘professional’ , appropriately cited Ode

This was written in 2009.  Thankfully the ‘Liner is still going strong now pushing 75.  By the way, this excerpt is a bit more postally appropriate than originally planned.  These cadets were ‘in their whites‘ – I could be wrong, but I’m thinkin’ that IS a Plain White T reference.

Everyone has their own Airliner Ode.  That metaphorical ‘pizza place’ filled with friends from childhood, high school or college. Am I disappointed with my writer’s  blogous interruptous?  Not really. I’m comforted. They are MY memories.

If I remember correctly,   this song was L 5 on  the Airliner jukebox back in 1989.

Yes, the jukebox is still there – with some Spotify downloadable enhancements, of course.

Pints on me!

MasterCard Moment – In Pizza We Crust

number of toppings available:   39 * (of course there’s an asterisks)

number of sauce alternatives:   30

number of crust options:   8 – in just 4 categories, though

college memories of pizza every Sunday at the Airliner in Iowa City:   countless (and priceless)

It came up in conversation the other day whether or not pineapple belonged on pizza.  Hell, YES! Pineapple definitely belongs on pizza.  After I googled everything there is to google about this crusted creation, I found that pizza is an open canvas for everything from extra cheese (boring) to Nutella (gross).  Don’t worry, this is not another recipe post.  I’m giving Martha a culinary break.  But, I haven’t had a ‘Moment’ in a minute.  Besides, there’s another reason for this piece of postal pizza.  By the way, I guess ‘in a minute‘ is now slang for a long time.

coastal opposites chose pineapple

*There are technically 39 official pizza toppings.  However, if you’re talking topping combinations, … .  Well, that number can go into the trillions.  When I googled the topping options, I was offered a math site link that calculated combinations, including a correspondence between a Domino’s employee and a mathematician.  That was a little too much number crunching for me.  I’d rather talk topping tendencies.

  • Hawaiians like … wait for it … artichokes on their pizza.  Maine and Oregon chose pineapple. Who knew, eh?
  • 50/51 states chose pepperoni as the meat of choice (Washington D.C. was included in poll)
  • Nowadays, I like fresh garlic and pepperoni

topping tendencies

nuts for Nutella?

  • Of the 30 options, Nutella for a dessert pizza was the most undesirable.  I’m not a fan of hazelnuts.
  • Marinara is the sauce for me.  Always has been – probs always will.

sauce alternatives

Neapolitan who?

I’m from Chicago, so it’s all about the deep dish.  Though, I’m likin’ this thin/flatbread craze.

Thin Crust

  • Neapolitan Pizza is credited as being the original Italian pizza – thin, slightly crispy texture, Neapolitan pizzas must meet a very specific set of requirements in order to truly be considered an authentic Neapolitan. It’s from Naples.  No surprises there.
  • New York-Style Pizza — New York-style crust is slightly crispy on the outside, yet soft and pliable enough to fold the big slices in half.  The unique flavor and texture is from high-gluten bread flour and the minerals present in New York City water. Minerals?
  • St. Louis Pizza is characterized by its round, thin, unleavened, cracker-like crust and slices cut into squares or rectangles rather than wedges.

Flatbread Crust

  • This lighter, thin crust is ideal for appetizers and personal-sized pizzas, appealing option for gourmet and trendy toppings like balsamic and spinach.

Thick Crust

  • Traditional Pan Pizza  is a happy medium for most pizza lovers and made widely popular by Pizza Hut
  • Deep Dish Pizza commonly known as Chicago-style,  baked in an oiled deep-dish pan to create a crispy, sometimes buttery, fried effect on the outside of the crust.
  • Sicilian Pizza is known for its thick, rectangle-shaped crust, often over an inch thick.

Focaccia

  • This thick, bread-like dough is brushed with olive oil before baking, then covered with cheeses, herbs and spices.

all about pizza

As for those  countless (and priceless) Airliner memories, … .

To be continued.

cite this

 

Annotated Bibliographies

A few weeks back my son outed me.  No, it’s nothing that scandalous. However, the ramifications of his observation could get me in some legal trouble.  Again.  So, I am setting things straight. (pun intended)

I sent him the link to my blog when I posted about the plain white t-shirt.  He was the one who introduced me to that SNL short. I thought he would get a kick out of the usage.  He only reads my blog periodically. He’s twenty years old and a full-time student – totally understandable.  And, … I’m good with that.

The next time we talked, he mentioned the entry.  We commented on Ben Stiller’s hair and about the fact that it was probably  intentional.  Then, he paused.  “You didn’t cite your source when you archived the history of the t-shirt,” he said nonchalantly. I was proud of his due diligence.  After I acknowledged his insight, I stated that I had block quoted the information.  By doing so, I informally told the blogging world that those were NOT my words.   It’s. The. Internet.  That particular blurb was from Wikipedia, if I remember correctly. Everything on that site, and the internet for that matter,  is true. (note: sarcasm) Thus, the basis for my lack of … concern.

Later that day, I thought about what he had said and reexamined my responsibilities as a blogger.

  • I include the link where I find my material – usually immediately following the information. I never technically ‘cite my source’ though.
  • I ALWAYS attempt to find a musical link supplied by VEVO , the artist’s website, or ‘Official’ Videos.  A video ‘fueled by Ramon‘ just doesn’t work for me.   Piracy is BAD.  I would never knowingly engage in such activity.
  • I block out direct quotes or material I don’t paraphrase.
  • when I do a bullet-point presentation, the information is from numerous websites, then reworded.
  • this is an informal blog – usually including my rambling Random Nonsense.  So, if anyone wants to take what I say seriously, they’re just fucking stupid.
  • I casually mention the author/reference in the text. i.e. – the garlic soup recipe was from Martha Stewart.  Yes, I should’ve documented that it was from  meatless  from the kitchens of martha stewart living.  But, I think “this is a Martha recipe” is suitable for my purposes.  Besides, I am referencing an icon – feeding egos is important. (pun  intended)
  • lastly, I googled it.  According to a non-practicing lawyer (whatever that is), I’m good.  I regularly do more than the average blogger.  So, I’m really good.

Since I’m talking blog. I saw the Blog Master recently. My site still looks the same –  which is fine. But I’s been updated.  WordPress version 4.9.4, baby.  I’m still getting used to the nuances of the new format. Some links – especially those ‘Official’ music videos – appear as Official Videos not as highlighted stupid comment of mine that go to the site.  It’s a bit cumbersome, but I’ll deal.

Speaking of that, my daughter found a ‘spicy’ , yet appropriately themed musical video about my alleged blogging altercation.

Final verdict – innocent. Commence blogging.

Olympic movie medal presentation

The 2018 Winter Games are underway and I am actually writing an appropriately timed post. Believe it or not. Hell, I was just rambling on about t-shirts in February. I needed to do something right.

I have never been an Olympic slug – it’s very time consuming.  On the odd chance that I did watch, the commercials made me absolutely crazy. Let’s not forget the announcers/commentators.  I was livid when that insensitive bitch interviewed Bode Miller after he medaled in the final race of the 2014 Olympics. Then, there was Bob Costas.  He’s such a tool.  Though, I got quite the charge when he continued to broadcast with conjunctivitis.  In both eyes.

Classic Costas conjunctivitis

Fast forward 2018 – Bob Costas retired and his ‘condition’  has probably cleared by now. Bode is now a commentator. And, I have time.  Oddly enough, the damn commercials don’t even bother me.  Go Figure. Skate. Before I continue, let me qualify something. I am still not a slug by any means.  I have never turned on the television to watch. I only did so if it was already on.

During those frequent commercial breaks, that still don’t bother me, I thought about all the movies inspired by Olympic moments.  Leave it to Hollywood to prolong everything from “the thrill of victory to the agony of defeat”.  And, give me a reason to post.  I decided to keep with the Olympic theme and award medals.  Truthfully, only three movies even came to mind.  So, it worked out really well.

Gold – Miracle

This movie tells the true story of Herb Brooks (Kurt Russell), the player-turned-coach who led the 1980 U.S. Olympic hockey team to victory over the seemingly invincible Russian squad in Lake Placid.

Since the Americans won gold that year, it’s only natural the movie be awarded accordingly. Besides, it’s a hockey movie. Any questions?

Silver – Eddie the Eagle

Inspired by true events – Michael “Eddie” Edwards (Taron Egerton), plays the unlikely but courageous British ski-jumper who never stopped believing in himself. With the help of a rebellious and charismatic coach (played by Hugh Jackman), Eddie takes on the establishment and wins the hearts of sports fans around the world by making an improbable and historic showing at the 1988 Calgary Winter Olympics.

Jackman is a serious dude.  The final ‘landing’ is just amazing to watch.   

Bronze – The Cutting Edge

Kate Moseley (Moira Kelly) is a world-class figure skater training for the Olympics; she has genuine talent, but years of being spoiled by her wealthy family have made her all but impossible to work with. Doug Dorsey (D.B. Sweeney) is a hockey player with an eye injury suffered during a game that affects his peripheral vision. Desperate to stay in Olympic competition, Doug agrees to try working as Kate’s partner.  In time, the two learn to put egos aside to become a pair to be reckoned with both on and off the ice at the 1992  Albertville Winter Olympic Games.

Even though this IS a romantic-comedy, it’s still fun. 

Well, that’s about it.  As the Games come to a close, so must my postal ‘presentation’.  Trust me, these movies are all worth the watch.  Bonus – they are all BBC – Before Bob Costas.

plain white T

Recently, I purchased a 3 pack of Jockey t-shirts. Yes, they were both plain AND white.   This trifecta was also V-neck – more on THAT later.  After the initial wash, I put one on and … .  Ahh (deep sigh of contentment). It was a nice. One of those simple pleasures you often need to get through the day. Oh, I only do 100% cotton.  That whole polyester blend shit just doesn’t work for me.  Later that day, I logged in to work on my soup recipe and drafted the above title.  Plain white tees deserved a post.  Originally, I projected a nice Spring into Summer entry.  But the idea lingered.  Since, I had an appropriate musical group AND video short prepared, I decided not to wait.

plain

I was never really a fan of the graphic tee.  My kids, yes.  Me, no.  Though when I was young, I had a t-shirt with the famous Farrah Fawcett  bathing suit pose decal printed on the front.  It was my favorite.  Honestly, I think it was every adolescent AND adult male’s favorite. Then AND now.

When I went to college, I would swap Iowa t-shirts with friends at schools across the country.  Back then, you could also call various university 1-800 numbers to inquiry about admissions. The institution would actually send you a t-shirt FOR FREE.  True story.

white

Simple. Neutral. Classic. Three words that best describe this article of clothing.  To keep mine looking that way, I use bleach, baby.  Oh, my whites are washed in hot water, too.  As I age, gray and black are becoming more popular in my wardrobe.  Be that as it may, the PWT will always be a staple.

T-shirt

The dubbed “T-shirt” surfaced  in the United States when they were issued by the U.S. Navy sometime around the Spanish American War. They featured crew-necks and short sleeves and were meant to be worn as underwear beneath the uniform.  Soon it was adopted by the Army as part of the standard issue ensemble given to recruits. It got its iconic name from its shape resembling the letter “T”. Dockworkers, farmers, miners, and construction type workers also adopted the T-shirt preferring the lightweight fabric in hotter weather conditions.

The inexpensive cotton and easy to clean garment became the shirt of choice by mothers for their sons as outerwear for chores and play. By the 1920’s “T-shirt” became an official American-English word in the Merriam-Webster’s Dictionary.

V-necks have only been around since about the 1960s.  They’ve particularly gained in popularity in men’s fashion in the past decade or so, now becoming just as much of a staple of men’s fashion as the traditional T-shirt.

As an undergarment, the go to default cut is the crew neck, of course. For me, the opening is too tight.  And, no, I don’t have a thick neck, okay. I’ve just never been a tight-fitted clothes type dude.  Furthermore, I AM a product of the sixties. It’s only natural I favor the alternative style.  The V-neck often lays better. Just ask Andy Samberg and Ben Stiller.  (side note: Stiller’s hairstyle in this video is totally gross.  I think it was intentional.  Correction – … hope it was intentional.  Yikes!)

the ultimate V-neck

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