The Bane of My Existence

8 Replies to “The Bane of My Existence”

1. Since you do not include The Liberals’ Worst Nightmare: none of the above.

2. I think I’m neo-redneck-chic. I say this because I look absolutely *smashing* wearing my baseball cap.

3. I’m parts “neo-redneck” (I prefer to think of it as farmboy-turned-suburban-realist) and a category I made up, the “aging jock.”
   Is it bad my wife is an offshoot of the “prickly paradox” and the “smuggy-wuggy” without the baby? Actually, now that I think of it, she’s also part “new breed.”
   Jeez, no wonder our neighbours hate us. And I thought it was the Tory sign on our lawn during that last election…

4. I could probably tolerate this guy because his cap is facing the right way. Wouldn’t even notice the rest, I’d be thinking, gee, what an exemplary human being.

5. I see at least one of every one – EVERY ONE – of these social archetypes in my day. I don’t think I’m there, but wouldn’t be surprised to click on the link in a week and find that I am – Aging Hipster Dad or something like that.

6. Where are Joe and Mary Sixpack? BTW, hilarous caricatures.

7. I’m sure you’d hate me but I don’t even remotely resemble any of those people.

8. unfortunately, I don’t have enough “style conscience” to know where I’d fit.
   the ’60’s are missing…..