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.

Nuclear power was seen as the be all and end all then. It vanquishes all your enemies at once plus it makes for a perfect society. I know the phrase isn’t an exact reference to nuclear power per se. But it does seem an awfully big coincidence. 

A Nuclear Family  - ‘The family is a social group characterized by common residence, economic cooperation and reproduction. It contains adults of both sexes, at least two of whom maintain a socially approved sexual relationship, and one or more children, own or adopted, of the sexually cohabiting adults’.  George Murdoch .  

It’s an appropriation of scientific language, referring to the nucleus of a cell as opposed to nuclear energy. But somehow it still really gets my goat, it was that blind belief in science that has got society in the mess it is now. Sure we have tons of gadgets and can even pay to hang around in space for a while, but the place is a mess, and god knows who will clear it up.

No matter what size or make-up of your family, if it is happy, you are a rarity. Divorce rates continue to climb, marriages decline, the world is becoming a singles bar, no make that a single  parent bar. Work first, life later. The ethics of the fifties were seriously damaged by the wave of rebellion and revolt of the 1960’s (god bless them all). Since then it’s been money all the way. For a perfect life you have to pay for it. Don’t expect ma, pa to come running, they will more than likely be off having yet another second chance with god knows who.

Life is short, the life of the family even shorter, appreciate it, whatever shape and size it comes in.

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