SlickTony
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Last night I was watching TV with half an eye and became aware of an infomercial for something called a Tie Teacher--a trefoil-shaped piece of metal which is supposed to help you through any of the various knots--the Windsor, the Four-in-Hand, etc.--in which neckties are tied.
When the economy's booming along and there's a good tight labor market, nobody cares what you wear, as long as you've got the skills the employer needs--you want to wear your hair in a ponytail and fly a pirate flag in your cubicle, that's cool, as long as you do your work.
When things take a downward trend, Corporate Amerika, as if market forces were some kind of volcano god which could be appeased by sacrificing maidens and other acts of barbaric superstition, starts making us wear pantyhose and ties and suits again, as if that would somehow make things turn around again.
That hemlines rise and fall with the movements of the stock market, I'd been aware of for years and years, but I'd never seen the Tie Teacher before.
We're fucked.
When the economy's booming along and there's a good tight labor market, nobody cares what you wear, as long as you've got the skills the employer needs--you want to wear your hair in a ponytail and fly a pirate flag in your cubicle, that's cool, as long as you do your work.
When things take a downward trend, Corporate Amerika, as if market forces were some kind of volcano god which could be appeased by sacrificing maidens and other acts of barbaric superstition, starts making us wear pantyhose and ties and suits again, as if that would somehow make things turn around again.
That hemlines rise and fall with the movements of the stock market, I'd been aware of for years and years, but I'd never seen the Tie Teacher before.
We're fucked.