Italian designers have come out with unisex pantyhose for men, and they’re apparently catching on. In fact, they’re selling so well that British papers have picked up on the trend and it’s been adopted by our more “enlightened” Americans before I ever had a chance to mock it. Alas:
The designer believes his male clients mostly seek warmth, wearing the pantyhose under trousers – but tells the fashion newspaper he has seen men pairing them with shorts, while his sister Lisa Cavallini, the company’s distributor in the U.S., told the publication she believes the leg wear is a style-driven choice. …
St Louis, Missouri-based G Lieberman and Sons makes a range of men’s tights in large sizes – and with front zippers included – while high-end makers, Falke, stock sizes that fit men.
Paris-based makers, Gerbe, feature a range of men’s sheer black and nude designs on their site, worn with gusto by suave models in white shirts.
Speaking as a fan of David Bowie, Scott Weiland, and Michael Stipe—amazing entertainers with a history of gender-bending—I can’t help but hang my head in shame at the emasculated mess we’ve become. There is an interesting divide taking place: On the one hand there are men who seek to emulate Marcus Luttrell and Chris Kyle; on the other we have the Ted Danson fan club, complete with leg crossing and murmurs of angst when there’s a disagreement. On one hand you have men who can’t wait for The Expendables or The Dark Knight Rises to hit the theaters; on the other is the guy who probably asks his buddies to see The Lorax with him on opening night.
There seems to be certain segments within the entertainment industry and academia that wish for a world free of testosterone. The thought seems to be, “If we can get rid of the testosterone, we can get rid of all the wars and fighting and famine that plagues the world. If only we were all a bunch of hairless, androgynous sexy-things then debates over gay marriage would be rendered moot!”
While I’m eternally grateful I live in a free society—one that would allow me to shred every ounce of masculinity inside for a selection of designer Italian “brosiery”—I can’t help but think that our country is splitting at the cultural seams. I’m afraid to see what the future has in store for us if an individual or a major event doesn’t bring us back together.