We live in a multifaceted society, where individuals should exist free of stereotypes. Having said that, every man to ever give me unsolicited advice has worn a polo shirt.
Mid-century polo shirt designs were glorious. A treasure trove of browns and oranges. Knitted button-ups that said, “let me take your coat” and not “follow me into this toilet cubicle.” The polo shirt once evoked visions of Havana nights. It was a symbol of elegance and practicality. Now, the polo is a signifier of never-ending dinner parties talking to your mate’s husband who is really into crypto.
Polo had an uptake in popularity in the 70s. I don’t know much about polo, and I don’t care to learn. Polo is a rich person’s game, and I’m going to let them have that one. Elites aren’t going to learn about my tradition of freezing every banana I’ve ever bought in the hopes that I’ll make banana bread before I die.Hunger Games
Flash forward to nowadays, polo shirts are nowhere near as patterned and campy. Polo shirts are the dominion of the dad. Not the daddy, let’s be clear. A daddy would never be caught in a polo. It’s an item of clothing that says, “I got a voucher for Father’s Day.” And look, I never want to deprive dads of their culture. They are a proud, noble people. Many of my friends are dads. My dad was a dad.