“I don’t like polo shirts,” I declared once to a friend who was wearing a polo shirt.<\/p>\n
He made a pained face and said, “Are you trying to be mean?”<\/p>\n
“No no, I just don’t like the design.”<\/p>\n
And really that’s all it is. Regardless of the body type underneath the polo shirt, it brings up images of how it’s used wrong. And it’s not that I am commenting on the person and how the polo shirt fits on person. Rather it’s the whole concept.<\/p>\n
Perhaps it’s the combination of the collar, the thoughtless amount of buttons and the shirt. To me, it conveys sloppiness. Like it’s an abbreviated dress shirt without the full line of buttons and shortened sleeves. And the material, oh the material. The typical material of a polo shirt is made out of this rough-feeling cloth. A texture of sorts like an attempt to be poor sandpaper.<\/p>\n
But in all, probably it’s the stereotype of the shirt. That it’s often worn by people who pull it on to look professional with khakis. The nerds. The geeks. And perhaps, I am projecting upon them…that I don’t want to be them. The outcasts. But I am in the working world…where sometimes clothing really does define who you are and which group you are belong.<\/p>\n
I still don’t like polo shirts.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
“I don’t like polo shirts,” I declared once to a friend who was wearing a polo shirt. He made a pained face and said, “Are you trying to be mean?” “No no, I just don’t like the design.” And really … Continue reading