It's a funny thing about work. The office is about 75% male. Or, most of the high profile positions are all male. Most of the women who work there, other than my boss and the Art Director are all women in their 20's working on their 2nd child. There's about four or five women there who'd even be considered slightly attainable. In other words, despite all of the male testosterone running around- and there's a lot of it- there's not many women all that testosterone can be used to attract.

Since there's maybe one or two women who most of the guys would even consider being attracted two (and all but the two-face with the drop-dead body and shellacked mascara, they're all in my department), none of the guys have a reason to care about how they look.

Throw in a loose atmosphere, tons of apathetic disgruntlement, and a tone established by one of the high-powered mid-to-late 30's executive who favors retro-Jerseys (the Rainbow Astros look is his favorite) and sideways matching retro hat, you gotta bunch of males who've given up any pretense of wanting to look good. People go days without shaving. Shirts are untucked. Shorts are worn. The standard look is long-sleeved shirt underneath short-sleeved t-shirt, with beanies barely above eye-brow level on their closely cropped, rocker boy haircut heads.

And now that I've passed the whole first impression stage, not to mention figuring out how things go and how things work there, I'm down with it all. I shave about twice a week know and wear nothing but long-sleeve t-shirts underneath short-sleeved t-shirts. No beanie yet, but I've discovered an appreciation of Motorhead I'd never thought I'd have.