From what I’ve heard through the open window near my bean bag chair, gyms are packed to the strakes right now! Call it New Year's resolution-ers, call it too cold to exercise outside, call it the gov't converting movement into electricity. But the fact remains, for the menswear heads who don’t get lectern-erect from being a haughty douchebag in the streets, the gym is where you want to re-concentrate your efforts. It’s a new subset of clothing, a new subset of people, in a large room that’s plastered with mirrors. So, since the only person a #menswear douchebag will listen to is a bigger #menswear douchebag, lean in as I ring these whispers of conduct through your cochlea like Cyrano de Bergerac.
Rick Morrison is a writer living in North Carolina. Follow him on Twitter here.