Sunday, February 19, 2006

ties to remember

"Who taught you how to tie a tie?" Patricio asked the other morning as I stood in front of our bedroom mirror tying the last necktie I hopefully will be wearing for some time.

"Huh. It was Shane I guess. Not my dad."

It's true. The only time I've ever seen my dad wear a tie were the navy clip-ons which were regulation attire for his dress blues.

Shane, my second boyfriend (a teacher and 10 years older) who I began dating while in high school, is not only the person who introduced me to ties but also should be thanked for my early penchant for vests (he had a huge collection and received a new, homemade one tailored by his mother every Christmas), a collection of awful plaid blazers from J. Riggins (remember THAT store?) and for the gift of my first pair of saddle Oxfords.

"It was difficult for birthdays and holidays cuz all the other kids, or at least the cliche is, they bought their dads ties and golf stuff," I continued. "I never understood that -- he didn't wear ties or golf."

"So, you were dealing with the class differences back then too," Patricio said.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Who taught you how to tie a tie?"

"I can only remember my grandfather. In fact, all the 'father' things seem to have come from my grandfather, not my dad."

"Hmm. And mine are from my boyfriends. That's strange."

In fact, I did enjoy wearing ties at first because it did seem to set me apart from my background and my family. But now the white man's noose seems like such a nuisance and relic. "Why can't men have interesting choices to dress up?'" I often complain. You see women in skirts and pants, blouses and sweaters, short sleeves and no sleeves. But men are given a button-up and a tie. At least in the corporate world.

But I am leaving my short stint in the corporate world. Friday was officially my last day doing the admin job and, as I said earlier, my last day wearing a tie to work. Tomorrow I start as the interim arts & entertainment editor at the New York Press. We'll see what it entails but it seems like the start of another adventure, and one in an area where I can hopefully latch on and learn a thing or two.

Plus, one thing I definitely appreciate about working at newspapers, newsweeklies in particular -- no dress code.

6 Comments:

At 9:16 PM, Blogger Ryan said...

How things change so quickly!

I can say, "I saw him when he had to wear a tie."

Also, corp. slave as I am, the only time I've worn a tie in the past five years has been to funerals and weddings.

-rb

 
At 10:41 AM, Blogger Guillem said...

I can't tie a tie. Nobody taught me. Do I lack some vital father figure here?

 
At 11:42 AM, Blogger Jerry said...

I learned to tie a windsor knot at long last by googling it. There were even pictures.

Or you could get a boyfriend 10 years older who would teach you. But you're lucky! You don't have to wear one, don't start now.

 
At 2:24 PM, Blogger dayone said...

Congrats on the new gig!

David won't wear a tie. He'll wear the suit but not a tie. His idea of dressing up is wearing a clean guayabera.

 
At 5:17 PM, Blogger Dee said...

I have never, ever had a favorable experience with a tie.

Neither can I cook.

The state my parents left me!

 
At 5:24 PM, Blogger Dee said...

Ties are pretty strange when you think about it.

I mean . . . some sort of noose-thing as formal attire?

How did the Fashion Overlords come up with that?

 

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