The other day I wore this shirt to class, and at some point I looked down at myself and realized it is pink. I was troubled by this. I’m not one of these guys that thinks it is okay to wear pink. I went through a phase several years ago when I liked it, but now I cringe when I think about it. Girls own pink; I’m fine with that. Guys own camo. We look funny when we switch. It’s not about being masculine enough to wear pink — butch dudes look even worse in pink than little sissies do.
So you might have guessed that I would never own a pink shirt. And you are right. This shirt has not always been pink. It used to be the color of dirt. That is perfect for a guy, because we’re allowed — or even expected — to be dirty. Sometimes, if I think I am overdressed, I will pick up a handful of dirt and crumble it into my clothes. Just being a guy.
Luckily, on this day I was wearing a jacket, so I zipped it up to hide my shameful shirt. After class, I hurried home and took it off. I know some people saw me, though, so now I’ve been wearing lots of flannel to make up for it. If that is not working, I’ll buy something with camo to wear.
In other news, my blog is finally the top result from a Google search for “David Barwick.”
I told you. It’s not pink. It’s salmon. And that was like three weeks ago. Get over it already!
Though I was beginning to wonder what was up with all of the flannel. It was like sitting next to a lumberjack in class.