CJ Pruner’s column published Monday was a shameless attempt at Greek-bashing in what he described as, “some hippie rag of a newspaper.” But, while we’re in the spirit of critiquing others’ wardrobes, there are some pressing matters I’d like to address.
Many of you may have noticed hair beginning to grow in new and unfamiliar places and a strange — almost scary — attraction to those “cootie-ridden” females. It’s called manhood, boys.
Lose the graphic tees with cute messages on them (along with those hideous jorts that should have stayed in the ‘90s), and try wearing a little Guy Harvey/Polo shirt once in a blue moon.
Heck — you might find that wearing pastels every now and then might just lighten your mood. And who knows, it may even get you laid.
One more thing: My Sperry Top-Siders and Rainbows will beat your Toms any day of the week. And leave Beaver’s dad alone, okay?
