Alright, I’m going out on a limb here. You’re either with me or against me. Either way, here it is: sometimes I want to be more like an old man. Yup, I said it. Short haircut, clean shave, carry a pocketknife, iron my pants, wear a hat but not in the house. No messing around, just like my grandpa, or like the old guys playing chess in the park. Serious style. Anyway, on those days, one of the first items I reach for is a V-Neck sweater. Not that you have to be on an old style kick to wear it. You can wear it with anything, at any age, for any occasion. Come to think of it, maybe that’s the whole point.
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Are you big? Strong? Handy with a pistol? In possession of a suit and some sunglasses? In need of work? How about being a bodyguard? Outside of professional athletics, there might not be another line of work where size is such a bonus. Here, I’ll help you get started.
We can debate this all you want, but I’m the one with the blog and the clothes, and I say I’ll wear a hoodie until I’m good and ready to wear some big jacket. 30 degrees? Shoot. I’m still rockin’ the hoodie. 20 degrees? Yeah, I might wear a jacket at 20 degrees. But for now, this is how I’m rollin’. And you can’t stop me. Check me in front of the BoldXL corporate jet, playa.
So, I’ve expressed my distaste for the ridiculously oversized in a recent post about giant loons. But a Bold XL reader (yeah we got one!) sent me something that might have me changing my tune: The Gallery of Huge Beings.
It’s a state-by-state photo breakdown of the massive fiberglass lumberjacks, cowboys and other colossi that tower over our nation’s highways and byways. And I have to say, as a collection it’s both dumber and better than I might have imagined.
The first thing I noticed… More
Dolph Lundgren turns 51 this week! The 6′5″ Swedish actor dude might be known for a lot of things, but I don’t really care about any of them except this: ROCKY IV. All roided and maybe coked up, Lundgren played the great Ivan Drago, the terrifying Olympic Soviet boxing champion, murderer, and embodiment of Soviet nationalism. Rocky IV is the finest motion picture of all time.
A lot of my friends play or used to play rugby. It made them insane. Or maybe they were insane to begin with. One of these guys (Hi, Kevin) had nine ACL surgeries so he could keep playing rugby. I don’t even know what to say about that. Anyway, this shirt bills itself as a rugby shirt. Or perhaps it’s just the plaid, billing itself as rugby plaid. But either way, it’s a heck of a nice shirt. And you don’t have to sacrifice any ligaments to wear it.
Obviously rattled and shamed by my recent post, “OVER A QUARTER TON OF WILLIAMS,” Pat and Kevin Williams of the Minnesota Vikings allegedly face NFL disciplinary action for having used a diuretic. That’s right. They were overtaken by a wave of self-consciousness and suddenly felt they were retaining water.
Man, I don’t even know where to start with this one. More
This week, Bold XL salutes the late John Candy. On Halloween, he’d be 58. But Candy died at 43 of a heart attack. His father died of a heart attack at 35. His grandfather died of a heart attack as well. But I write not to bum you out. I write to say something about John Candy that is not a bummer at all. More
I’ve got a lot of respect for stuff that doesn’t change much. I’ve got even more respect for stuff that doesn’t change ever. Like these boots. Doc Martens are legendary. No one can dispute this. Not coincidentally, no one can look bad in these, from rockers to high rollers.
No one.
Put some on on a Saturday morning. Walk around the city with a girl you like. Docs plus Saturday plus girl plus city equals good times.
A couple of months back I asked for your thoughts on automobiles particularly well suited (or particularly not well suited) to big dudes. This week, I shall scientifically break down and quantify your responses. (Well, that, or I’ll repeat the bits I thought were funny and/or interesting and/or surprising.) More
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