summer. ugh. everyone i know loves summer.  i can’t stand it. i find very few people who sit firmly in my seasonal camp.  here’s my general rule: unless i’m less than 20 ft. away from a body of water that i can chill in (swimming pool, lake, river, ocean), i fucking hate summer.  it’s hot and sweaty and most of all, grown-ass big bearded dudes like me have NO IDEA what to wear. in the winter, i have a plethora of fashion choices.  layers, jackets, scarves, gloves, hoodies, etc.  layers give me a million options to look sharp. in the summer, the sheer fact is - i just can’t wear layers or i’ll be a sweaty hot mess.  so i have basically three options: - be hot and miserable in jeans - wear shorts and a band t-shirt and look like a bearded 15-year-old skater kid. - wear shorts and a button-up or polo and risk looking like a fashion-hopeless suburban dad. (see photo above) and then there’s the never-ending debate of short length.  i can’t keep up.  are my shorts supposed to be above the knee?  below the knee?  cargo?  no cargo?  camo?  khaki?  AHHHHHHHHHHH!!! and what about socks?!  my god, the socks! i hate summer.  i never know how to dress.  i always look stupid. i give up.  call me when it’s autumn.

summer.

ugh.

everyone i know loves summer.  i can’t stand it.

i find very few people who sit firmly in my seasonal camp.  here’s my general rule: unless i’m less than 20 ft. away from a body of water that i can chill in (swimming pool, lake, river, ocean), i fucking hate summer.  it’s hot and sweaty and most of all, grown-ass big bearded dudes like me have NO IDEA what to wear.

in the winter, i have a plethora of fashion choices.  layers, jackets, scarves, gloves, hoodies, etc.  layers give me a million options to look sharp.

in the summer, the sheer fact is - i just can’t wear layers or i’ll be a sweaty hot mess.  so i have basically three options:

- be hot and miserable in jeans

- wear shorts and a band t-shirt and look like a bearded 15-year-old skater kid.

- wear shorts and a button-up or polo and risk looking like a fashion-hopeless suburban dad. (see photo above)

and then there’s the never-ending debate of short length.  i can’t keep up.  are my shorts supposed to be above the knee?  below the knee?  cargo?  no cargo?  camo?  khaki?  AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

and what about socks?!  my god, the socks!

i hate summer.  i never know how to dress.  i always look stupid.

i give up.  call me when it’s autumn.