Not really a thread drift if you think about it. I would judge someone on their honesty and personal character before I judged the status of their garden.....
Additionally, brown shoes with blue suits...Many, many years ago I rented a small house in the suburbs of Norwich which had a small patch of grass the size of a postage stamp. Every couple of weeks I would simply smash it down with a quick wave of the strimmer. Not big enough to require a whole mower.
This obviously blew the mind of the OCD next-door neighbour; to the extent that he approached me one Saturday as I was giving the lawn a cursory trim and begged to be allowed to cut it when he did his. It was really only at that point that I noticed that his tiny patch of lawn was billiard smooth and all grass. Mine not so much. Lumpy with a collection of thistles, daisies and other green stuff.
Bonus. In no time my little patch was equally well manicured and I could sit out back with a beer tending to the braai whilst 'doing' the grass.
Mowing grass is for other people.
In terms of judging; shoes. Has to be. Anyone who turns up for work or an interview who looks like they just tramped through a bog needs to be cast out.
As is the suit being shiny, the shirt being purple, the tie being pink and the shoes being almost as pointed as the fashionable medieval slippers. Do people not have mirrors in their houses anymore???An unsightly aberration, that I have noticed is - regrettably - on the increase . . . .
As is the suit being shiny, the shirt being purple, the tie being pink and the shoes being almost as pointed as the fashionable medieval slippers. Do people not have mirrors in their houses anymore???
I was being mildly facetious...Its not mirrors they need, its a personal sense of style, and the ability to see through the bullshit of the faceless fashion gurus who purport to dictate what's " Stylish and in this year..... dahrrlings"
Next door's lawn is looking pretty poor though.Out here in Suburban flyover country or just BFN, a man is judged by many things. But one of the most important is this...
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The condition of your lawn. Mine would make a SGM cream his pants. I yell at myself to stay off the grass and even the hound knows to stay out of it. The pensioners here will pretend to walk around the neighborhood to get their steps in, but in reality they are scoping out the competition. Everybody wants the Yard of the month award..
So what do you folks across the pond in my suburban counterparts use to measure a man?
The pope is a jesuit, and he is head of an order that espouses (not always successfully) celibacy. As well as an organisational hatred of women. that would seem to suggest some kind of intrinsic disordered sexuality.Neither the Pope or myself are of intrinsically disordered sexuality.