On the evening of September 20, 1975, I wore a powder blue leisure suit, with open shirt, to my Bar Mitzvah party. I didn't think I'd ever have to do that again. So imagine my distress then when I read an article in the Wall Street Journal last week that "male heavage" is back. The first line of the article says it all.
"Man cleavage -- plunging necklines slit open to reveal chest hair, pectoral muscles, maybe more -- is back."
Aaaagh! Do we really need to go there again?! Didn't we suffer enough the first time around? I think I'll be sitting this one out.