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Are my socks gay?

Marc Munroe Dion on

I was sitting on the edge of the bed this morning, on my wife's flowered bedspread, happily pulling on a new pair of socks.

It's fall in New England, and the temperature's been kind of snappy in the mornings. I'd been waiting for this day.

A few months ago, I bought a pair of brown socks online, brown with red and gold leaves printed on the fabric. They're over-the-calf socks. Colorful socks are a thing in men's fashion right now, and I was an early adopter.

I've got argyle socks, polka-dot socks, plaid socks, striped socks and black socks printed with pieces of bacon. I even own a pair of Snoop Dogg socks with "Gin" printed on the toe of one sock and "Juice" printed on the toe of the other sock, a tribute to his old-school hit.

It's a fun hobby. I get to standout just a little; my usual drabness is brightened; I can spend time looking for socks online; and my wife always has something to buy me for Christmas.

No down side, right?


You wouldn't think so, would you?

Ah, but I'm a man.

So, I pull the socks up over my calves and I look down at them for a minute, and I'm happy.

And then I think, "Do these look gay?


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