You can probably figure it out

Summer's over, as of 12:25 this afternoon, and it's about damn time. Nothing says "end of summer" than the women at work returning to fall clothes. Today I came in and as if by magic, everyone seems to have gone from ugly shorts, flipflops and bare legs to something approaching normal fall business attire. It's as if that invisible whistle has gone off again, signaling women to change their look.

I was also pleased to read this article mentioning that "slutwear" is so over. I am damn glad. Can't even describe the number of fat girls with belly shirts and thongs sticking out of their badly-fitted jeans I've had to endure the last 18 months or so. That stuff doesn't even look good on small women, but the whales I sometimes see wearing it strike fear into the heart of anyone with an aesthetic sense bigger than a gnat.

Alas, where I live, like a lot of semi-rural areas, the word will take a while to filter down to the girls who work at the diner or cashiering at the Super-Fresh market. A lot of places are like that... bad fashions don't seem to go away nearly as fast as they do in bigger cities. Somewhere, I am sure my brother's first wife is still wearing high-heeled suede fur-line clogs, granny shirts, and wears her hair like Farrah Fawcett.

For you young kids, "Farrah Fawcett" was a fashion and TV-movie icon of the mid-to-late 1970s, known for her limited acting talents and unlimited sales of a certain poster. If you had any male siblings (or a parent) who is now around 40 or 45, they probably had a copy of one of her posters on the wall above their 8-track stereo. Ask them.

Somewhere, my brother's first wife probably still looks like that.

Anyway, these are the times that fry men's souls. Knowing that even as one waves good-bye to tacky summer casual fashion, heavy coats and knee-length boots are not far in the future.

Have I mentioned how much boots suck? You probably can figure out why.