Dude, it whispers. Part of my peculiar style of dress stems from my peculiar style of career. But I believe the other part has less to do with my job than with my gender. Well, maybe not so much unable as unwilling. If someone were to tell me that it is extraordinarily comfortable to wear underpants on your head, you'd best believe I'd be sitting here bedecked in a Jockey-shorts bonnet.
Women are better at evaluating the way garments relate to each other.
The male fashion sense, particularly among the hopelessly hetero, appears to start and end at age 15. At least it did for me. Bobbie's Boys, a clothing store in the Millburn Mall. But that was then. Now I just avoid clothes shopping altogether.