Since yesterday's Rant about shorts got such a rousing amount of support (not really), I figured that today I would write about the bane of my existence, and that is wearing a tie to work.
I have written about ties before in this blog, but it bears worth repeating, I'm afraid.
I hate to wear a tie, I have always hated to wear a tie, and I always will hate to wear a tie, no matter what the occasion.
I hate to put it on, to knot it, and to have it lay flat on my shirt.
I feel it is like a modern noose, ready to strangle me at a moment's notice.
It is a pain.
The only thing that a tie is good for is to wipe off my glasses when they get dirty.
Otherwise, it is truly useless.
I have to wear a tie four days a week to work, Monday through Thursday.
On Friday, we get a reprieve. We have a dress down day, and we can wear basically whatever we want as long as it is business casual.
That is fine with me, and I get to wear sneakers that day.
But on the other four days of the week, for whatever purpose or reason, I have to wear a tie, and I hate it.
And I especially hate it during this time of year, when the weather is starting to get nice.
It strangles me during this time of year, and makes we feel warmer that I actually am.
Of course, I am speaking from the male perspective here.
I know that women love to see men in ties. They find it more professional, more business-like, and they find that their men are more handsome with a tie on.
I don't know if there is a female equivalent to a tie, but I guess there probably is (women, chime in now).
But I just hate ties. I have a whole load of them, maybe rotate between four or five of them each week, and that is about it.
So, although this column is something of a rerun, it isn't bad to kind of repeat something on a somewhat slow news day.
Would you rather I have written about Pia Zadora's battery charge against her husband?
So there ... maybe writing about ties isn't all that bad.
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