Here for the fellas

A friend sat me down the other day, and he told me my column is too girly. He said “guys can’t relate to the horridness of heels or having two X chromosomes.” He said I should try to tackle a subject about clothing for men.

But here’s the thing... what do men honestly have to stress about?

I am sure there is deliberate thought that goes into which pair of basketball shorts go with which fitted cap. The black hoodie or the gray hoodie? The IU football T-shirt or the other IU football T-shirt that still has the mustard stain from the last tailgate?   

I am just kidding — sort of.

I have come to realize that it is much harder to say what works for a guy because the market is so much simpler. Women have the jegging, the party cardigan, the little black dress and every in between occasion. For men, a polo is a polo, khakis are just khakis, and by George, if it’s super fancy, a tie is just a tie to most.

It’s not their fault. They have grown up with moms who felt the need to dress them up in Oshkosh overalls until they were old enough to have their prom colors picked out by their date at the tux rental place.

But if I had to make a few key observations for the fall time, I would say that guys who might have a presentation that calls for something a bit more formal than athletic mesh should try a cardigan over a nice crisp (warning: be prepared to maybe iron) white shirt. Or maybe if you want to impress a date with something other than your soda can collection in the corner of your room, switch the white shirt for a fitted graphic tee with the cardigan unbuttoned.

And since men are into utility, you can also use the graphic tee to pair with a nice zip-up hoodie, dark pair of jeans and a fresh pair of sneakers. This will give you a more relaxed, stylish look.

But if there’s one thing I’ve learned in college, it’s that you can’t change a man, or his Facebook relationship status, without the correct password. So if these options don’t work for you, that’s fine.  I can’t speak for all women, but I actually like the fact you own 30 pairs of sweatpants and only drink Dr. Pepper.

Sorry ladies, but I’m here for the fellas.