Because I want to
Why do many men think they cannot wear leather pants unless they belong to some particular group of people? Robert Staudhammer thinks he will never be “cool enough”:
I can’t play an instrument so I would never be part of the next giant rock band. I will never race motorcycles because it scares me. I’m too sexually conservative to follow any desire to strap on S&M gear. And I’m too rational to lose myself in the rave scene.
Rockenheimer thinks he is too old:
My arms were sore coming in to the office, but it was a good sore. I felt good, I felt awake, I didn’t feel like a sloshing barrel of junk food mixed with beer being rolled down a hallway. I already had visions of Slim Steph with his abs of steel back into place, speed bumps on a wall. [- - -] I’ll fit in my leather pants again and if I can find my biker boots I’ll be the badass rock ‘n roll machine that I was back in… aw crap, who am I kidding – what reason can I possibly come up with for wearing leather pants at 40 years of age? That’s for the young, the pretty and the studly.
Wouldn’t “because I want to” be good enough a reason?
I’m struggling to think of any other item of clothing the wearing of which necessitates such incredibly convoluted self-justification.
Straitjacketed
October 19, 2009 at 9:25 am