Your daily dose of Schandenfreude

[offbalance]

Today as I made my way up towards 5th avenue after getting off the subway, I saw a VERY amusing sight.

An older man. He had a long, silky grey ponytail (hitting at the shoulder blades), a slate blue turtleneck, a black blazer, pristine slim-legged blue jeans, and black shoes. I tried not to giggle as he and his very blonde companion passed by, but I did have one thought:

"Hey buddy - 1991 called. It wants the outfit back."

Seriously. If anyone out there remembers what is possibly my favorite Kids in the Hall skit ("He's Hip! He's Cool! He's 45!"), this is That Guy.

Gentlemen, I plead from the bottom of my heart when I say: "Don't be That Guy."

Comments

[planetbs.livejournal.com]

I thought of Kids' Mr. 45! immediately when you described him! I always weep when nobody else knows which character I'm talking about.

In related news, I spotted someone down here on Wall Street wearing a cream turtleneck, black womanly blazer, and pleated jeans... complete with a demi-mullet. Oh yes. They're out there. "Weep!" I said to my companion. "Get down on your knees and weep for the fate of straight women in Manhattan!"

[offbalance.livejournal.com]

I know! Isn't it frustrating! By the time you get them to understand who you mean, the moment is gone.

That outfit makes my guy sound like Ralph Lauren. And it makes me want to weep. We're all doomed, aren't we? *sigh*