Spud31
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In the hashtag-in-your-face-instant-gratification-attention-deficit-disorder world of the 21st Century, it seems that many 'gentlemanly activities' are becoming a thing of the past. Think about it: nowadays a man puffing his pipe is a novelty, and those of us who still do are looked upon eccentric and/or pretentious by the unenlightened, whereas a half-century or more ago it was simply a normal guy-thing.
When I got a package from Pipes and Cigars at work, the new twentysomething receptionist asked with a perplexed look and a raised eyebrow, "You smoke pipes??"
Shaving: now its done on the run (admittedly, I do it too, during the week) but once-upon-a-time it was a manly ritual done with a certain fanfare: brush, soap, mug and a butterfly razor with a Wilkinson or Gillette blade that required some skill...or else! Your first shave, albeit a sparse whisker or two, was a rite-of-passage.
Hats: Fedoras & Homburgs in Winter, Panamas and Sinatra Trilbys in the Summer-before Kennedy made going bare-headed popular, no gentleman worth his salt was caught out-of-doors without one.
Every man carried a handy pocket knife without getting the third-degree.
Remember when you could open a door or pull a chair out for a woman without offending??
Ever just feel like being a gentleman is a dying art??
When I got a package from Pipes and Cigars at work, the new twentysomething receptionist asked with a perplexed look and a raised eyebrow, "You smoke pipes??"
Shaving: now its done on the run (admittedly, I do it too, during the week) but once-upon-a-time it was a manly ritual done with a certain fanfare: brush, soap, mug and a butterfly razor with a Wilkinson or Gillette blade that required some skill...or else! Your first shave, albeit a sparse whisker or two, was a rite-of-passage.
Hats: Fedoras & Homburgs in Winter, Panamas and Sinatra Trilbys in the Summer-before Kennedy made going bare-headed popular, no gentleman worth his salt was caught out-of-doors without one.
Every man carried a handy pocket knife without getting the third-degree.
Remember when you could open a door or pull a chair out for a woman without offending??
Ever just feel like being a gentleman is a dying art??