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The Fashionable Man

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by The Urban Blabbermouth
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Men's fashion is gaining and surpassing women's.

It started with the Metro Men. Metro Men began wearing colorful shirts - yellows, pinks, progressing to day-glo oranges - a move away from the white or blue shirt of the past. The old corporate white shirts have given way to more colorful magnificence. It is now a thing to wear a colorful floral Hawaiian shirt to the office on Dress-Down Friday.

Men moved into earrings. First, a small diamond stud in one ear, then to studs in both ears, to wearing dangling earrings in both ears. Now there is this African style ring buried in the one's ear lobe.

The latest fashionable man trend is hair. First there were fades in differing areas of the head, then designs and messages cut into the crew. Men are sporting bald heads with full bushy beards. Yesterday, I passed a man on the street with a side fade flowing a bun, a top knot, like the Samurai of old. Poor women, their hair is now so dull.

I cannot predict the next fashionable man trend but I can see a return to man-skirts. No more man-spreading. Imagine what happens to an excited male part in slim pencil skirt.



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