Are my socks gay?
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?