Don't you DARE put on airs, Well-Dressed Man. I've seen you with your coat off. You've got stripey suspenders hiking your trousers WELL past your navel, and your sock garters are clearly repurposed gear from a WWI polio clinic. Yes, yes, you've got your whole thing working for you. But we both know you live in fear of someone touching your hair and/or buttons.
"It’s 1961 and we’re binding up our best and tautest men!"
I laughed, picturing several Sixties men all wearing binders under their suave attire.
Warning: do not show unaccountably slim birdlike wrist out of the tight cuffs, bc then you're just John Mulaney.
be as like the stonework of the Peruvians, betwixt whose blocks not a knifeblade could pass
Don't you DARE put on airs, Well-Dressed Man. I've seen you with your coat off. You've got stripey suspenders hiking your trousers WELL past your navel, and your sock garters are clearly repurposed gear from a WWI polio clinic. Yes, yes, you've got your whole thing working for you. But we both know you live in fear of someone touching your hair and/or buttons.