Oh the Horror – The Male Chest V Patch

Oh the Horror – The Male Chest V Patch

friday-13thFor this Friday the 13th I figured I’d write about something that has always baffled and, quite honestly, scares me a little, and I don’t mean Jason Voorhees. Oh no, it’s something much more terrifying. Unless of course Jason Voorhees himself is sporting the horror that I refer to as the male chest V patch…ohhh, that would be like scary squared, you know, with the little 2 at the end.

Ok, so here’s what happened. Earlier this week I went to a little business opportunity / presentation thingy after work. The men putting on the presentation were all in suits, projecting that image of what the business world had defined as the “successful” look, aka the nice suit and tie look. So as the key presenter was introduced, it was conveyed to the group that used to clean pools for a living and one day he saw an ad, made a call, and is now a millionaire. Ok, yes, there was more to it than that, but this is the short version.

As the guy walked out and start talking there was something about him that confused me just enough to keep me from paying attention to anything he was really saying. Here’s what went through my mind when he first walked out and started talking… ahem… “Is that… what the hell? Really! You really chose to go with that look for your presentation. I’m not sure how… whacachicka, whacachicka, whacachicka… hehe, he looks funny.”

carmen-mirandaThere are certain looks that I’ve never really understood. Like the Carmen Miranda fruit hats for example. Now don’t get me wrong, I love those hats. In fact I wish I had some of my very own that I could sport them on lazy Saturday’s or on Sunday afternoon drives, but I still just don’t get them.

There is one look though, which has always baffled me, and leaves me feeling a little dirty after seeing someone trying to pull it off as a legitimate style instead of trying to be funny. Yes, as stated earlier it is the male chest V patch look, or as many choose to call it, the 1970s porn star open collar bare chest look, or 70’s male porn star look.

NavinHairy chest or no, it doesn’t matter. There is something about a man that intentionally undoes those top few buttons of his shirt and then purposely pulls it open to show off that little V patch of chest that instantly reminds me of Navin R. Johnson, particularly where he finds himself instantly wealthy and attempts to slide into the “high society” classification of people, but fails miserably.

Amusingly enough there was even one point in the presentation where V patch guy actually said, there were some people in the company he was in making 30 to 50 thousand dollars a month that had no business making that kind of money. Something about them being good people, but they were simple people, with no formal business know how. See, there were a few things that he said that I actually retained.

Open_ShirtThe thing that made me smirk about him saying that was that in my opinion he was referring to people like himself, without considering himself one of those people. I guess it would be like some white trash chap making fun of hillbillies. Talk about the donkey calling jackass the stubborn, or something like that.

I started thinking though; maybe it was just me. Maybe guys’ trying to pull off that look is just a personal aversion and no one else really cares. So I asked some friends what they first thought of when they think about a man trying to pull off that look as a serious fashion statement. Here’s what some said:

  • “Eww.”
  • “He’s a male whore.”
  • “I’d guess he was really arrogant and self important.”
  • “He’s a swinger.”
  • “Sounds like a Dirk Diggler wannabe.”
  • “He’s a wild and crazy guy!”

The list keeps going, but sadly none of the feedback I got portrayed the image that fit what this man was trying to convey about himself and about the business he was representing.

So as a public service announcement, business men, actually make that all men everywhere, please don’t try to pull off this look, especially in business situations, well, unless that business is… yeah, just don’t do it. It’s kind of tacky, distracting, and a little creepy. Not to mention people will probably listen to what you have to say with a bit more interest. Also, the people in the back row will probably not be pointing and giggling at you.

A Friendly Little Reminder

Well it finally happened… I have, as of late, been experiencing a collection of flutters, flurries, and all around grumpiness from my computer at home. Well this weekend, as I was working on my novel, it finally died. I think… well let’s just say I’m pretty damn sure my graphics card died. As for the rest of it, it might have a bit of life left but, let’s see, how’s the best way to put this… my computer is older than my car and my car is was built in 2001. Wow, in cat years that’s like 56 years old.

Yes, it might be a bit archaic, but it has worked well for me. Although now, my computer is reminding me a lot like my last car. After years of use and with the prospect of inevitable death, I traded it in for something that not only looked a lot nicer, but ran much smoother, although I’m pretty sure I’ll not be able to trade this old clunker in, but I am still of the disposition that I can get a little more life out of it, and fortunately I do have a spare graphics card in the house somewhere. Looks like a game of hide and seek awaits me after work today.

One epiphanetic…epiphic… epiphonous… (screw it)… The epiphany I had as a result of this is: Back up your files! Do it now, and do it often! I had been thinking about doing it for a while now, and it would appear that three days ago, when the idea was doing a cannon ball splash at the back of my mind, would have been the perfect time to do a back up. Trust me, don’t wait. Do it now.

Luckily I do have most of my current writings on a memory stick (I do love those things). On a side note though, I may have lost about five or six pages of edits on my book that I had completed, which means editing it again. At least I have the original manuscript to work off of though.

So, to you wonderful people that have been enjoying the book, I do apologize, but there are going to be a few more days before I get the first part of Chapter 8 posted.

Let me just end with this though, Hooray for my sweetie-baby-cutie-pie! She’s letting me use her PC to make sure I can keep posting while I perform a search and rescue of a graphics card in limbo and hopefully get to “pull a Frankenstein” on my PC and get it back up and running.