Being a Man in a World of Drones

As regular readers of these missives are well aware, this writer has long been on a campaign to educate about, and promote, the wearing of proper hats (not baseball caps or cricket caps except on the sporting field) by men. Be it known here, that while your faithful correspondent is of the opinion that hats with brims are really the best head wear for men in public, he will make allowances for the beret (among the arty, French and in trades where a brim is obstructive to one's work), the eight panel (aka "newsboy" ) and the Yorkshire (aka "sports car") caps.

Let us face the facts: a baseball cap on a grown man looks just damn silly, whether it is worn forwards, backwards or sideways, unless one is playing baseball, painting the house , or working a an Army mechanic fixing a real Jeep.

A proper hat on a man means that the man is a serious man. He is a man to be taken seriously. But only a man who knows how to wear a hat properly can be considered a serious man.

Consider this:

Big Hollywood » Blog Archive » The Way You Wear Your Hat – Listen Up, Hollywood, It’s Important

Or this:

Men's Hats: Fedoras, Porkpies and the Derby | The Art of Manliness

If you are a male reader of this pamphlet (this writer considers blogs as the modern form of pamphlet and flyer), and you do not have a proper hat, it would behoove you to get one; whether it be a fedora, pork pie, Stetson or derby.

This is the time for men who are men, and not drones controlled by women or the media or popular culture, to assert their manliness by wearing a man's hat (in the past only children did not wear hats). Men who are men and not drones, if they drink alcohol, drink beer, whiskey, rum, brandy or gin. They do not drink any mixed drink more complicated than whiskey and water, or a a martini. And men who smoke, chew or dip tobacco are not ashamed to do so, as long as they are discreet about expectorating unless in the presence of women or the clergy.

Real men do not trash talk and pose. They let their actions speak for them. For the past forty years the art of trash talking has become the norm, while actions come second. Consider rap and hip-hop. What is rap but a bunch of bragging and trash talk? What is hip-hop but the same in a softer mode?

This writer blames the current popularity of trash talk to the boxer formerly known as Cassius Clay. Mr. Clay was a wonderful boxer, but he was, during his career, mentally an adolescent. He was stuck in a period of life where what was once known as "chop fights" (the exchanging of verbal insults) was the norm. For the average male chop fights stopped in the ninth grade until Mr. Clay made it acceptable through the adoring reportage of sports writers. But since sports is the toy department of life, it can only be expected that sports writers admire childish things.

Consider this article concerning about the decorum and manliness of boxers of old:

Old Boxing Matches by Thomas Sowell on National Review Online