Today I went to my very good friend Sue’s house for some advice on blogging and a quick tutorial on how to use WordPress. It was all very helpful and as a little bonus for me she gave me a birthday present 3 weeks early. I’m still not sure if it was an early birthday present or positive reinforcement for starting my own blog.
Either way she presented me with an Abercrombie & Fitch t-shirt. Which I put on as soon as I got home. I’m wearing it now and it just feels good.
The tough choice came in the form of bag in which the T-shirt was in. An Abercrombie & Fitch bag.
For two reasons this presented a choice for me.
- I have to carry this bag from Sues house to my own
- I never want to look like I need to be seen with a label
It’s not so much the homoerotic picture that put me off carrying this bag through our small town, although that would have raised a few eyebrows. It was more the irony of me carrying this bag. Generally I care very little about what people think of me, if they think I’m gay then let them. I’m not, so it really doesn’t bother me what strangers think. It bothers me why it would have anything to do with them but that’s about all. What really put me off carrying it is that I look absolutely nothing like the perfectly chiselled Adonis pictured on the bag. Bizarrely posing without a t-shirt on the front of a bag containing a t-shirt.
My second issue is that I really don’t like being seen carrying a label. This was taught to me as a child/teenager by my parents refusal to waste money on buying me the brand new Nike or Adidas trainers. Even the Ninja Turtles I played with as a child were slightly cheaper versions that looked exactly the same. They were probably called Karate Turtles or something.
A solution came in the form of putting the Abercrombie bag inside another bag. ‘Bag-ception‘ if you will. Genius, save for the only bag on offer being one from a local well known female clothing store.
My choices now were
- Bag in a bag
- Carry the bag proudly hoping that nobody thinks it’s a statement
- Carry the bag and look like a fashion victim.
I opted for ‘Bag in a Bag’- Somehow I’d convinced myself that people would look at me and think – ‘Wow, look how confident that guy is, he has brought his girl some new underwear, wow it takes a confident man to navigate a female undergarment section and make a purchase’. No one would know what was actually in the bag and people would assume I was a happy confident guy with a loving girlfriend and all the trimmings. Women would look at me in the street and think –‘I wish I had a fella who brought me sexy lingerie, that’s the kinda guy I want to ride like a bronco’.
Turns out I’d got the bag and t-shirt home without people even flickering an eyelid. And after reading everything I’ve just typed I realised how ridiculous it all sounds. But hey I did plan it that way, simply because I’d had no other inspiration to log in to WordPress and type this afternoon.