Richard Flynn :: no comment

Come on, America, it’s time to grow up and end your love-affair with the baseball cap. Face it, you look ridiculous. It’s fine if you want to cover your head outside or protect your eyes from the sun, but keeping it on inside? Pshaw. On my flight from Anchorage to Seattle I was surrounded by men in baseball caps, every one of them evidently covering his head in an effort to disguise its paltry cerebral content. They had all failed.

The event which really made me consider this situation was when I was dining in Fairbanks in an upstairs restaurant. A fellow diner across the room sat there, nonchalantly chewing the cud with his cap wedged on his head. I suppose you think that I shouldn’t have let it bothered me, but it did. I’m sorry to say, I judged that man. And he didn’t come out well.

Sadly (or not) I haven’t got the self-confidence, poise, or menace of Tony Soprano in these matters:

YouTube - Sopranos - Power of suggestion [From S01E09, ‘Boca’. It should be noted that Tony Soprano goes on to send the couple a bottle of Montepulciano.]

Meanwhile, further indication of the significant mental deficiency of the baseball-cap-wearing masses:

People have been saying that every man has a desire to re-introduce the Fedora, but apparently America hasn’t heard. Fortunately, someone has the right idea when it comes to these things. I hope someone out there is listening.