Advice from Kempt’s resident possessor of two X chromosomes and undergarment authority, Bianca Monica.
My underwear are meticulously folded and organized, in a drawer, by style and color. They’re washed separately from everything else. On date nights, I take no chances. I buy new ones. They’re chosen after at least an hour of browsing. What number date is this? How many errands am I running today? Is it actually Tuesday?
These are the things my underwear and I think about.
And yet, I sometimes get the feeling that you, gentlemen, aren’t putting in that same effort. Even though your entire romantic future may rest on it.
There’s a high probability that you’re on the hook for at least one office holiday party this week.
And while there’s a wide spectrum of decorum expected at these sorts of things, depending on your field of business, there are always going to be the constants: chatting up the boss’s wife, free-flowing booze, the issue of what to wear and so on...
It’s easy to forget that in a more genteel era, the pocket square wasn’t just a piece of sartorial flair—it served as a man’s first line of defense against a damp brow or a teary companion.
Which is why a little upstart pocket square maker out of Dallas named Quixotic has begun issuing a challenge: should any of their pocket squares get lost or ruined in the line of gentlemanly duty, they’ll send you a new one, free of charge. You’ll need to supply them with a good story or evidence of valor-related fraying or staining (which probably does not include mustard), and your chivalry will be rewarded. But first you’ll need one of their pocket squares...
This curious GIF of Drake sitting courtside at the last Toronto Raptors game has been making the Internet rounds lately...
It would seem that the high-profile Raptors fan was openly using a lint roller during a break in play. (And of course the watchful eye of the Internet caught it.)
While we must applaud Aubrey Graham’s commitment to garment maintenance, it seemed a bit out of place. And it got us thinking deeply about the situations wherein it’s appropriate, mildly appropriate and not at all appropriate to use a lint roller.
Advice from certified lady-person and Kempt friskonomy expert Michelle Ong.
Knowing when it’s okay to initiate physical contact with a woman should be common sense. Unfortunately, most guys are total dingbats when it comes to getting touchy-feely, confusing creepiness for charm. [Ed. Note: We would add “most guys of a certain age.”] At best, unsolicited caresses, rubs and pats are supremely annoying. At worst, you come off as the grossest kind of predator—the kind we scuttle away from and warn our friends about. It doesn’t matter if you just meant to be friendly. Unless you’re my date, physical expressions of affection should be kept to a minimum. (I guess if you’re my dad, that’s okay, too.)
The public apology has become one of our era’s defining phenomena.
It’s usually the same routine: a press conference or talk show appearance is scheduled, there are a few choked-back tears, perhaps beside a dewy-eyed supporting cast, and finally an avowal to right their wrongs. But the one thing that’s not always the same is how the transgressor has dressed for the occasion.
Bow ties. The hotly disputed, professorial older brothers to the standard necktie, they are currently making an unprecedented return to the forefront of dapperness.
And you want in.
But understandably, you’re worried that you might end up coming off more Colonel Sanders than Fred Astaire. While this is a valid concern, it’s also easily avoidable; all you need is a little direction. And that’s where we come in, with a few carved-in-stone guidelines for making the jump from four-in-hand minor deity to neckwear god.
Your days of organized sports are most likely behind you. (Save for an office softball league walk-on or two.)
But that doesn’t mean you can’t relive the glory with a few hours of roundball, pigskin or doubles squash every so often. And with ballparks, courts and fields everywhere alive with the spirit of summer, there’s no better time than now to get out there and mix it up a little this weekend.
In light of recent shorts-related controversy here at Kempt HQ, some of us have been pondering the great gender-based injustice of summertime wardrobe options. While a man risks ridicule (and even threats against job stability) if he chooses to wear shorts to the office, a woman is allowed—encouraged, perhaps—to wear a skirt. The more sartorially adventurous gentleman may begin to consider a similar alternative to shorts... but please, before you make any moves we’ll all regret, consider our advice.