I have never met a man who has looked comfortable wearing a tie.
There have been, over the years, fellows who pretended they loved being strangled by this item of clothing, sure.
One in particular comes to mind who reckoned the three most important things in life were: presentation, presentation and presentation.
Every time he said that I tried to keep a straight face while my mind processed this sudden reality check: not all men win top jobs on merit.
Yep, the women are right; were always right – being a male boofhead has never been a bar to a successful career.
This fellow certainly fit the bill and subsequent events proved that presentation, including a well knotted tie, was all he had going for him.
But back to that damn tie.
I don’t know who invented it and I don’t want to Google it just in the case the inventor or his descendants are still alive and I may do something that I will deeply regret for the rest of my natural life.
For 40 years I was not only a corporate slave but also had a tight noose around my next 12 hours a day for five days a week.
One of the joys of escaping from such a suffocating culture is that you no longer have to wear a tie nor care what people think.
I mean, what does it mean when you wear a tie? How is that showing or indicating respect to someone?
Here in Australia, especially in summer, there should be no compulsion to wear ties.
Bu if I had my way I would ban them for ever – off with their ties, that sort of thing.
Ties are uncomfortable as well as a ridiculous piece of clothing; the only thing more stupid is something called a cravat, a sort of scarf worn by men. Well, at least one man I’ve seen on some reality TV program somewhere.
Oh, and don’t get me started on bow ties, especially those crazy colourful ones…
Only thing I am not sure about is what to do with all those ties accumulated over 40 years.
A liberating bonfire of ties is an idea which has some merit, though – anyone else interested…