This doesn’t really deserve an entry, but I can’t get the image out of my mind. I saw a guy with the most pronounced man nipples, the contours of which were protruding in a most unhandsome fashion through his shirt. I think the issue was, besides his very pre-pubescent appearing buds of breasts, the clinginess and translucency (or apparent translucency) of the nylon shirt he was sporting. It was one of those shirts you wear if you are of a certain demographic prone to scratching tickets, buying lounging wear in the form of a track outfit and collecting disability.

I think no one should ever wear such things, especially if you are not cut like someone in a Bo-Flex ad. The visual scourge is just too distracting from an otherwise lovely Friday. If you are a man and your T-shirt silhouette makes you appear on the brink of young womanhood, buy something with buttons.

Oh and if I have time this weekend, the plan is a special edition Mother’s Day entry or two. I think a couple of stories in reminiscence of Pat are in order, and I was thinking of all the asshole men I have dated and their maternal relationships. The adage is true, watch how a man treats his mom to get a sense of both his measure and the shit you are likely to fail in his eyes.