Do you get irritated when.....

It appears the older I get the longer my list of affronts and complaints gets. The lack of manners, common courtesy or even behaving stupidly at physical risk to others is up there personally along with saving the planet and religious zealots of all stripes. I realised today there is a new one.
I try to walk out the door with my zipper up, shoes shined and watch wound. I know all manner of archaic rules for men's dress and have my own look.
I want to have boys who attend formal events in a tuxedo tshirt gibbeted at a major crossroads as warning.
I CANNOT STOMACH fools who go out unshaven as some statement of individuality masking slob toilet matching their slobwear. David Geffen be damned
-especially after a delightfull brick building in Westwood Village home to a multi generation Tuscan restaurant became his named playhouse. Grow a beard and create a Grizzly Adams or white haired Santa in red suspenders personnae or shave.

I get irritated at trollish posts.

I get irritated at trollish posts.

I think KAV was just making a general observation and not trying to be trollish. But I'll agree to a point that it's bad to pass judgment on several groups of people at once.

I get irritated at trollish posts.

I think KAV was just making a general observation and not trying to be trollish. But I'll agree to a point that it's bad to pass judgment on several groups of people at once.

I wasn't referring to KAV

I should explain Primo and I are old friends and shaving's Redford and Newman. English can be those four blind men and the elephant. People posting snap replies often grab onto yet a fifth appendage and bring a lot of weight down on them..........

That fifth appendage being a penis? Stay classy my friend.

That fifth appendage being a penis? Stay classy my friend.

I thought it was the elephant's trunk.

Funny, but it seems that as I age, I have fewer things to complain and get irritated about. I am actually veering in the opposite direction and becoming more serene.

Funny, but it seems that as I age, I have fewer things to complain and get irritated about. I am actually veering in the opposite direction and becoming more serene.  

Otherwise your signature would be 'Hate, Grudge and Gentlemanly Shaving', Mr. C.

When I was 6 years old my grandfather partnered with niegbhor Sabu Dastagir building homes in the San Fernando valley for servicemen who discovered California en route to the Pacific. They did their own financing with a Savings and Loan and never refused a vet and busted up some old CCR nieghborhoods with exclusions against jews, blacks etc. Over in Ventura county, walking distance from where I now type; JUNGLELAND was a rural providor of exotic livestock for the film industry. Mr Dastagir received a phone call one day begging
help with a elephant behaving aggressively. We drove out; Sabu, Pops and myself in a bathtub Packard with Uncle Jack's comedy show playing on the AM radio. I think it took him all of 3 seconds to discover an unseen injury to said elephant's trunk and remove a large wooden splinter and wash it out. Then I got to ride with him down the future Thousand Oaks BLVD as he explained the trunk was her most delicate and used of senses. I later transfered this lesson to many a horse with torn up mouth from idiots using aggressive bits.
THAT, is my very classy reference. Do share the childhood encounter leadingto your penile fixation.