Macho Macho

Ok, you may have guessed by now I’m not the hottest on blogging. I have around 45 MORE t-shirts to include on this blog and god knows when they will be done. Nevermind, at least I design great tees (if I do say so myself ;p).

So at last… the Medallion Man is back and kicking in this trompe l’oeil t-shirt I have created. I did cop out and leave it as pale t-shirts. Too many hairs to highlight for darker wear. However I think the image has overall come out really well, and the idea is slap bang in your face.

Men these days are pampering themselves to all sorts of beauty therapies. I don’t particularly like hairy bodies, but being a straight guy probs has something to do with that. Sure some men like a hairy minge, even armpits or legs, but I doubt any guy admires a hairy female chest. In general it’s a genetic odditiy, something imbalanced in the old hormone department. But guys with hairy chests?

I don’t have much hair on my chest, but I have some, if it was out of control and creeping up my neck or over the shoulders I’d think about getting something done. But hairs on the chest? Remember that old saying, ‘This’ll put hairs on ya chest’ ? Usually in remark to a particularly foul but strong bottle of booze, it didn’t, I mean put hairs on ya chest. But back then it must’ve been a sign of virility. In fact it still is - and that’s the problem.

In an over-sanitized, over-feminized race, the next pressure I will probably face is my ensuing baldness. I found it pretty depressing seeing it creep back, although I’ve been shaving my head for 10 years, I appreciated the stubble. If women hate hairs on the chest, they love them on the head, however short.

Basically women want men to not only behave, but even look like women. The fate of the human race relies on medical science and their next breakthrough.

An orgasm pill for women. End of man.

A baldness cure. Hoorah, man lives to fight another day.

Anyway did you see the golden ringpull? I thought it a nice tribute to David Jason’s cocoa tin lid medallion in the old British TV comedy ‘Open All Hours’.  My old dad wears a medallion, ok so it’s a St. Christopher’s pendant, and no he doesn’t leave his shirt open to the waist anymore. But I can faintly remember when he did and he wasn’t the only one. Every dad had a black shirt, hairy chest, and a medallion hanging for all to see.

None of it seemed to particularly entice the ladies at the time, sure they were all married, but a bit of parading about in the park was harmless enough. Still, even the hippy disco chicks way back when had already decided - hairy chests are out.