Last
night, my men and I gathered to watch my boyfriend, Jack, save the
world. He did not disappoint but I must confess my superficiality; I
was a bit disappointed in his appearance. As the episode began with
Jack being questioned before idiot senators, his outfit was
appropriately conservative business attire. And since the excitement
began right afterward, there was no time for Jack to change. Which
brings me to the only fly in the ointment of my magnificent Jack.
Whether it was the beige coat or perhaps his hairdo or the lack of a
five o'clock shadow, his appearance left me cold. Frankly, he looked like somebody's dad. The episode was okay
but I am hoping for better tonight. That's right, tonight my boyfriend will
be on TV again for two hours, trying to make my world a safer place. Perhaps they can dress him in black fitted trousers and a black cashmere sweater. Better yet, chocolate brown trousers and a chocolate brown cashmere sweater. In a perfect world, all men would be required to own fitted trousers and cashmere sweaters. These would be referred to as simply, The Uniform. Now, there's a conformity I could support whole-heartedly.
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