According to the New York Times, the hipsters in the city this year all dress like slobs and sport round protruding guts. Hallelujah! Now I can stop worrying about my lack of gym time. They call this look the Ralph Kramden, after the Honeymooners character. According to Aaron Hicklin, editor of Out magazine, all that metrosexual manscaping and body sculpting got too precious. It was a sign that somebody had too much time on their hands.
I totally agree with that. In my frenetic world, I'm trying to juggle 12 hour work days, kids times, wifey times, and sleep times. I can't do much about the work hours, and I've already cut family time to the bare minimum, even less according to my exasperated wife. If I cut any more snooze time, I might get into an accident on the way to work. So the gym will just have to wait. And now I don't have to worry about my lack of six pack abs or the huge guns I see on all those ads. I'm finally with the In crowd, and I didn't even have to try that hard.