Manboy Sighting

There comes a time in every manboy's life where he must make the decision to forever live his life as a Jonas Brother look-a-like, or to grow up, eat a steak (or something!) and put away those childish things that made him not quite a boy, and yet not quite a man. In this fellow's case it may entail not shitting in your pants and walking around with your hands in your back pockets to cover up the "chocolate you sat in," or to stop stealing your dead grandfather's hats or little sister's jeans. These are all things a boy must do to cross over into manhood from the purgatory known as manboy-ism.

Chances of making it to Williamsburg: I think this one will end up on Staten Island; 0%.

PS. Do you work at the Tannery? If so, I really do fucking hate you.

What not to wear, what TO WEAR, and where to sit...

Ahhh... The B line finally appears in the blog. What a diverse and interesting mixture of commuters. This guy on the left looks like he got dressed in a pitch black room and just looked at himself now and realized he looks like an asshole. If you really are a true rocker shouldn't you have a limo or a retro car? you dont sell me on your bullshit.

Next we have the "Best Of" all worlds of clothing. Not only is that a Fubu Jeans Co Nascar racing jacket, but racing along with MMA fighting and tattoo culture is very "in" right now. The camo face mask is topped off perfectly with a Pats beanie, what else would he wear??? Protect your laptop!

And lastly we have a moderately attractive woman just looking for a seat to lessen the effects of a hangover/walk of shame that has gone past 10am. She wouldn't give that seat up to the mother mary if needed...

Probability of all of these jerks being called up to the big leagues: 0%... Sadly enough the B Line doesn't end in Williamsburg YET...

You can't be serious...

I must have missed the story in the Globe about the garment district exploding, were you badly hurt? Don't get me wrong, I've had some good laughs doing this blog, but this picture actually makes me a little bit angry. You know, it's one thing to wear a tie dye sweatshirt in 2008, but ONE Burberry sock?! ONE?! Listen, I understand you want to be weird for the sake of being weird, or maybe you're trying to challenge people's expectations about how the average teenager should dress*, but it's 10 degrees outside, and not only do you look absolutely ridiculous, you're going to catch a cold as well. Do us all a favor and head to the Gap or Macy's and have your mom buy you a decent pair of jeans, a plain sweater, and maybe even a down jacket. Then maybe she will stop crying herself to sleep at night thinking about what a trainwreck her daughter is.

*LOL, not.

Chances of making it to Williamsburg: 5%, one percentage point for every pattern she has on.