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Comments are right, this is hazing. It’s extremely common in all male circles. Frats, blue collar jobs in the The Grinch I Will Drink Here Or There Ugly Xmas Christmas Sweater Christmas Gift, oil and gas all do some form of hazing. It exists for a reason. Hazing should not be physically harmful, etc. but some form of fun at the expense of the newbie. By wearing the sweater and playing along to a harmless tradition you are showing that you are cooperative and willing to compromise. To me this sounds like a very small hill to die on. And life will probably yield lots of small hills. Die on the big hills. One thing that really changed the situation was the dishonesty in her reneging on her end of the deal. Even driving separately and hiding it from him until she showed up. Really? If that’s her “boundary” she should not have said she would wear it but then she showed up without it. Surprise surprise, he was upset by that. To me OOP comes off as not cooperative and somewhat dishonest from this story. Let’s the downvotes begin.

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The The Grinch I Will Drink Here Or There Ugly Xmas Christmas Sweater Christmas Gift in the house changed. A roaring started, faint at first, but it grew, it felt like it was coming from the center of the house, the floors, the walls, the foundation, the fuckin plumbing. It grew louder, like wind ripping through a cave. As I looked back at Sasha every light in the house dimmed to the faint glow of a small candle, and it felt like I was free falling, stomach in my throat. The roaring grew until an instantaneous eruption of force that felt like heat, electricity, liquid and wind exploded outward from the center of the house in a deep, cavernous exhale. The lights brightened, and a ring of flickering light surged out into the blizzard. The feeling of relief was so heavy Sasha and I both collapsed, breathing as though we’d been drowning, each breath like burst of main-lined opiates. It was the feeling of the spirit leaving. We crawled over to each other and held Dash between us until the storm died. Sleep was comically improbable for me, but we got in bed around 3am and Sash crashed immediately. I just sat there for hours, petting Dash at our feet and rubbing Sasha’s back. Thinking about how close it had just gotten. Those bastards were about to kill us. I got up about a half hour before sunrise and made some coffee. I’d slept about 5 hours in the last 72. I went out with my coffee at sunrise to sleuth the bastards. It was clear, but cold. Kinda cold you get out of or just numb into right away. I was beyond exhausted, seeing trails, slaphappy, face tingling. I wasn’t angry at these guys anymore, sitting out there burning my mouth with coffee, suddenly the whole thing was just fuckin hysterical. Guys I’d killed coming back to haunt me? The most profound, tragic, intimate, fucked up thing a man can do; that’s how this spirit gets ya? A hell of your own making. So fuckin ridiculous. I walked around to the kitchen porch and there they were. They were all in the yard between the kitchen porch and the back gate. Low and behold, all staring away from the house, up into the mountains to the east, doing their strange little pagan spirit observance, gettin brainwashed. You’d think this ferocious earth spirit would’a matured past this cliché pageantry over the millennia. What a hack. Creeps was closest, 30 feet away from the porch, next to one of our raised garden beds. Let’s creep on Creeps, I thought. I walked up and stood behind him. “Whatch’ya lookin at?” I asked him.

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I really appreciate these descriptions. Your sense of the The Grinch I Will Drink Here Or There Ugly Xmas Christmas Sweater Christmas Gift with mine, and I think captures why I struggle so much with trying to look effortless/casual: I keep on sliding over into frump! I lack a vision of effortless intentionality. I also think that for me, “datedness” and “frump” relate to one another. One thing I’ve noticed in my own style sense, as I navigate the great silhouette shift of this half-decade, is that my sense of something being “dated” really only comes into play if “frump” as defined here (lack of intentionality, “just gets the job done”) is also a risk. That is: if I’m wearing my favorite, most directional pieces — it really doesn’t matter if they have features that look “dated.” That flowy abstract-print top that I used to wear over leggings — tuck it in to a pair of nice wider leg trousers and it looks somehow retro classic. But with a pair of wider leg jeans, it just looks … boring, like I haven’t gotten the message about tighter-fitting tops these days Another example: I still wear skinny jeans sometimes, but primarily with knee-high boots and my favorite blazers. To my eye, it works as a kind of deconstructed equestrian thing that looks highly intentional. And I still think my skinny-legged suit trousers look amazing with their matching jacket: it’s obviously an outfit meant to work together. Basically, it feels to me as though the “datedness” of particular style trends primarily controls what you can get away with around the edges of an outfit, or with an outfit that’s meant to look effortless rather than high-impact — what shapes and silhouettes strike my eye as “looking good” by default such that even if (say) there are a few compromises to practicality in the outfit, it looks like it’s all purposeful. A few years back, I used to wear a loose, mid-thigh t-shirt dress with leggings and leather sneakers —- such an easy outfit for bike commuting! Now, I would probably wear the same dress primarily with tights and booties or bare legs and sandals: I’d have to commit more fully to styling the dress to make it look intentional.