My fellowship director referred to upmarket business attire as “power clothes.” He always wears power clothes, but of late, I have an allergy to them. I have a meeting with two editors in about an hour, normally a power-clothes occasion. They proposed we meet at a coffeehouse about two miles from my house.
“In summer, I try to enforce a no-drive zone for errands like this,” I said. “How would you feel if I wore shorts and arrived a little sweaty, but fully alert? I’ll be riding my bicycle.”
“I think that’s admirable,” she said.
Admirable! I think I’m onto something. T-shirts = the new power clothes.
So I have to get ready. In the meantime, Slate explains why in the battle between condoms and abstinence as a means to control STD transmission, the condoms are winning. (Hint: Because they work better.) However, what I noticed about it was that the anti-condom forces, who continue to insist, in the face of all the evidence, that you gents’d be better-off wrapping up in a few inches of mosquito net for all the good they do, is led by my ex-congressman.
Last month, biological warfare on Colombia, this month, science denial. Par for the course.
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