A A Gill Forget the bride, look at the groom. For 2,000 years, men and women had an equal and apparently innate ability to get dolled up. Some anthropologists believe that men actually had a greater exuberance and flair for donning the motley, but something happened, something horrible. By the time the Victorians had finished, something had gone terribly wrong. The dressing-up gene had mutated into something embarrassing and tasteless.
Men love dressing up.
What about tarts and vicars, I'll come, as a tart. Though they adore cutting a bit of a dash, men are hopelessly, bad at it. Take the wedding. The one day in a lad's life when he can really go for it, wear whatever he likes, strut his stuff, get utterly peacocked - but his crippled gene kicks in and it all goes taupe. He struggles, he tries, he thinks celebrations, thinks star, thinks gaudy.