I look like I have a strangely distorted torso here. Not a hunchback; more a hunchside.
Is it because the colour is a bit like FLESH? Yuk.
Men at large, however, are less peculiar than the CFO. Let me show you the only thing in my wardrobe that has EVER excited positive comment from him.
It's just horrid. I mean, look. Too tight, lumpy, scratchy woollen jumper. It looks like I have fourteen nipples (cheers, Rigby and Peller for your cheek-gougingly expensive bespoke bra making service. 'Fourteen nipples' was exactly the look I was going for). It puzzles me. Does it awake some atavistic childhood memory of comforting things knitted by his grandmother? Does it make him think of the beautiful colours of, um, tanks? Or tortoises? Even so, how could this be equated with 'sexy'? My best guess is that he is confusing 'nice' with 'not black'.
Does this happen to other people? Mystifying, unappealing things that excite compliments? Things you love that everyone else hates? Comments that make you doubt your own aesthetic sensibilities?I might blog later. The CFO is so sick I can get away with it (how come HIS flu comes with days of peace and lying in bed and sleeping and grown up dvds and wearing his unfortunate monk dressing gown and mine came with feverish spawn, mass outings to the office, existential crises, Hayden Pannetiere and a zebra?). This post is frankly sub-standard. I am sure I have more to say but the death rattle from the sofa is killing my thought processes.