Get Me Under

Loo, I'm a dumb drooling fan of the fit young male physique as much as the next red-blooded homo but sometimes too little can be too much.

Sometimes I think the singlet should be a crime ( punishable by serious spanking administered by yours truly ). On the wrong guy, I mean. The numerous professionally airbrushed ads with slick looking young hunks gamely showing off their sculpted biceps through pre-shrunken tanktops / singlets seem to have influenced more than one seemingly bright spark. Witness the endless numbers of scrawny, lanky dudes who march down the hallways proudly sporting tanktops that seek to emphasize their painfully thin, emaciated arms with barely a bump to call a muscle.


Are you gonna rip the singlet off?
Short of having big macho gym-built guns like Big Bicep Barry ( who actually tried on a muscle tee once and came out blushing beetroot-red mumbling something about his nipples being cold ), it shouldn't even be a matter of choice. There are times - like today - that I actually believe it should be an unpardonable crime to subject us to such a terrifying, distressing display of unmanly prowess. Come on, limp taugeh-like arms that can barely lift a flea? Can't you just hide them under camouflaging rolls of cloth like the rest of us normal humans instead of choosing to bare it all?

Of course that doesn't mean I don't approve of the singlet / tanktop in any other form. On virile athletic dudes ( the arms, man, the arms! ) like Chris Evans it can be seriously bone-meltingly hot. Or for instance, let's take tonight's charming movie The Holiday. Now, the ever-beautiful Jude Law can wear a tanktop. On the other hand, Jack Black should avoid them at all costs.

And then there are the guys who do wear the aforementioned ubiquitous undershirt ( since it originally was created to absorb sweat or something wasn't it? ) but manage to keep it tightly under wraps. Look close enough at that quiet scholarly businessman and you'll see the ribbed tanktop under the stuffy business shirt. Now that I can forgive since I find it tends to lend an indefinable air of... sultry sexiness if you ask me. Nothing like methodically stripping a guy from his business suit, slowly teasing the shirt off to reveal the skimpy singlet.