The mystery solved.
Why fly fisherman have cropped up hawking everything from credit cards to Snicker bars …
We … is back in style.
Goretex and Redwings rub shoulders with plunging strapless and Italian leather, and all the gals is wishing their man wore Pendleton.
Actual outdoor usage is still tawdry and forbidden, but looking like you can chop wood, mend fence, or stand hipshot with a scowl, sets all them urban hearts aflutter …
“I’ve heard some people saying that the heritage revival is the death of luxury,” said Mr. Bastian, the fashion designer. “But guys are just shopping differently.”
Yet another thing the Brawny Man can aim for: saving the American economy.
With patriotism a cornerstone of our conservation dogma, it may be time to wrestle the Tea Party away from political hacks, and rechristen it the Bull Moose Too Party. We can backburner silly notions of religion and family values, and focus on important issues like annexing Canada (which still has good fishing), Maine, and sweeping the Senate of folks that don’t love tuna fish.
A “fashionista tax” where the user must show a valid hunting or fishing license to buy Sorel, Barbour, or Simms, or pays double – should ensure the budget is balanced in a fortnight.
Besides, nobody likes them guys anyways …
As the clothing looks good on the young, us aging Bull Moosers will adore adding additional entitlements for Cyprinids, Salmonids, and the environs they hold dear. Gleeful, knowing that while the young are busy posing fiercely at one another, they’ll be doing so at the expense of a meager pay stub – and the shrinking 401K – we leave them.
Only real difference between us and them other political hacks, is we’ve no plans for “Johnny Nintendo” to inherit a damn thing, what remains of the Greatest Generation and the Boomers will show Junior what selfish looks like …
… right after we kick them out of the house.
Egads…
When will the Brownline outfit become fashionable? When can I buy the sweat stained cap, the sun-bleached and tattered vest (complete with greasy lunch stained rear pocket), and the patched hip boots at Macy’s?
I bet I could sell my stuff for some serious coin…
Brownline garb is the razor’s edge of fashion, akin to a flourescent Magenta Mohawk. We’ll be mainstream at some point, but you can’t blame the Brotherhood for easing themselves into our garb with baby steps …
Most of their existing wardrobe won’t work with the mustard spatter – or the handprints.
I knew it! All this time you’ve been a hipster dude. Just to awhile for the fashion industry to notice.
took awhile..sheesh
Actually, you can’t blame the Brotherhood for refusing to touch your garb with somebody else’s ten foot pole, much less ease into it…