My wife was watching one of those morning shows Friday …

I don’t remember which; they all run together after a while, except HLN’s Morning Express with Robin Meade because Robin Meade is there, and the Fox (whatever it’s called) with three blonde mice.

Whichever show, the story was about the increasing number of men who wear tights as part of daily wardrobe.

Now, if a man wants to wear tights, that’s his business; he just better be sure he picks the proper place to show off the shape and size … of his legs. Billy Don’s Friday Night All You Can Eat Barbecue and Honky Tonk is not the right place. Some place in Metroville would be okay, one of those places with drinks like Strawberry Chamomile Sparkly; a place where financial advisors and social workers congregate, where the women are looking for a man, they’re just not sure what one is, and neither are the male type persons they meet there.

A piece in takimag listed and talked about “2012: The Year in PC.”

http://takimag.com/article/2012_the_year_in_pc_jim_goad/print#axzz2H1F1ptS2

Writer Jim Goad sometimes gets carried away with some of his penning; references to the War of Northern Aggression as an example, but in the referenced article, he does okay.

We’re all being carried to Hell in a handbasket, and that slope is getting mighty slippery.

My wife said, “Back when men wore tights, didn’t they have that round thing, too?”

I don’t know if there was codpiece envy in those days, but I do know we need nationwide adaptation Kinky Friedman’s intent to dewussify Texas, if it has to be done one wuss at a time.