May I say something about men and bracelets?

In this time of sensitive strings and long toes, we actually feel that we shouldn't say anything unkind about each other. But a little teasing, come on, that should be allowed, right? I want to talk about men and bracelets. And yes, who-am-I-to-have-an-opinion-about-it, as-if-your-own-man-is-so-cool-with-his-sunglasses-in-his-hair and look-at-your-own-wrists are very valid arguments to silence me, but if you're not in the mood for my verbal teasing, I lovingly refer you to an another article.

But because I received so much support in recent days, I dare to go for it. Men with bracelets. It seems like the beard and bun have been traded in for the fifty-plus crowd. I seriously typed ‘fifty-pee-er’ first, which is incredibly Freudian, because I think this type of man wants to show how he can miraculously keep the penum in his pants while also, indeed, showing how far he can pee. Suddenly, I see them everywhere. René van der Gijp, Erland Galjaard, Frits Wester (seriously, Fríts?)... I wasn't too surprised by Robert Doornbos (his pocket squares and incredibly short jackets screamed for a couple of buddies in the wrist area), but darn it, if we're not careful, Mark Rutte and King Willem-Alexander will soon be walking around with some woven beach memories around their wrists.

Why it shouldn't be allowed, you want to know? Well, I might be a member of the taste Jehovah and not of the taste police. No one will throw you in jail for some knitted stuff around the wrists, but I'm just afraid that men with their bracelets are missing the point. I can't shake the impression that the covered wrist is an expression of I-may-be-a-bit-aged-but-the-joy-of-life-and-the-passion-come-on-ladies-is-still-there. That we shouldn't worry about that at all. Something like that. But dear, lovely, cheerful friends, we love the metro, but there is a limit to everything. Tight jackets, short pant legs: fine. Pocket square: go ahead. Gucci loafers: okay, okay. Provided they are combined with a two-day beard. But strings, cords, and hammered silver might be good for your libido, ours disappears like a monthly salary at MyTheresa.

And gentlemen, don't hate me, okay? It was just a free and well-intentioned piece of advice. I mean: just like you start roaring when we suddenly think a (fake) fur-covered Birkenstock is a really good idea in the name of fashion.

Do it for each other. A small point for improvement. Because that collection of bracelets is a waste of time. At least, if you do it to get us bubbling in our pants.

You would almost long for that beard.