Dressing left and dressing right are terms that most men, at least those who wear suits, know. It's a term used by tailors when fitting suit pants. To "dress left" means that one keeps one’s male appendage shifted in the general direction of the left trouser leg. Likewise for the right.
According to medical researchers, most men should dress left. This is basic biology, The left testicle is lower than the right. It was made to swing to the left. Swinging right is uncomfortable. Perhaps this is why right dressers are often in bad moods.
I dress left. Way left. Far left, filling the pant leg. I have always dressed left. I will always dress left. It’s just the way it is. I do not and cannot go right. It defies logic. It does not compute. When I am with people who dress right, I feel like a member of the Star Ship Enterprise listening to Klingons without the help of a universal translator.
I feel that left dressers are open minded.
I feel that those whose appendages sway right are often – pardon the pun – rigid and dogmatic.
I feel that left dressers are compassionate. I feel right dressers are penurious.
I feel left dressers care about other people. I feel right dressers care mostly about themselves and others exactly like them.
I feel that left dressers are reasonable. They are in touch with their feelings. I feel right dressers are entrenched and declamatory. They yell a lot. Even when the elected president of the
, who undoubtedly dresses left, is giving a state of the union address, they yell. This is possibly because those who dress right have a tendency to inadvertently sit on their packages. Because men think with their d***ks, this turns off their brains. United States
You’ve no doubt heard about the study that was done at the
. It was instigated by the actor, Colin Farrell, definitely a very left dresser and it found that those who dress right have brains with smaller amygdales than those who dress left. Amygdales control fear and primitive emotions. It was also determined that right dressers have smaller anterior cingulates. This is the part of the brain that’s responsible for courage, trust and optimism. University of London
Translation: Right dressers are anxious, fearful and pessimistic about the their appendages.
Left dressers are creative with it.
Right dressers, when attending 50 thousand dollar political fund raisers at mansions in the
say things like: Hamptons
“"I don't think the common person is getting it. We've got the message. But my college kid, the baby sitters, the nails ladies — everybody who's got the right to vote — they don't understand what's going on. I just think if you're lower income — one, you're not as educated, two, they don't understand how it works, they don't understand how the systems work, they don't understand the impact.”
This was said by a woman waiting outside the mansion in a spanking new Ranger Rover, pissed off at all the left dressers who were blocking the valet and carrying signs that said - “50 thousand dollars would send my kid to college!”
(By the way, unless their breasts are identical, women can be right and left dressers too and this was obviously a woman who’s right boob hangs down to her knee.)
What I like about left dressers is they stay in shape, buy organic, play tennis and believe in evolution, an infinite universe and global warming. What I don’t like about right dressers is that (except in
Maybe this is because right dressers believe God is taking care of them and in return, they are taking care of Him. Left dressers believe God has better things to do and doesn’t need the help.
(It should be noted that there are a number of people in the world - terrorists and suicide bombers and bigots and religious fanatics and military regimes that enjoy killing their own citizens come to mind - who dress neither right or left but instead stick their appendages back between their legs and safely up their butt holes. This turns off the flow of blood to the brains completely.)
Right dressers don’t like government.
Oh, God, I’m back to government.
Okay, what with the current state of affairs, no one likes government.
But left dressers at least like the concept of government. They like the idea of a well run benevolent organization that provides social services, social security, medical care and funding for the arts. They like it when children and young people are well educated and when people who are without work or a home are not allowed to go hungry. They like their roads paved. They like it when a truck comes by to pick up the garbage. They realize said services cost something and they don’t resent footing the bill.
To quote Oliver Wendell Holmes, who actually dressed neither right or left but instead scotch taped his appendage so that it aimed straight up at his navel –
I like paying taxes. With them I buy civilization.
Like the lady in the
, right dressers don't. They think they’re being forced to foot the bill for all the worthless deadbeats who don’t want to pay their fair share for a decent suit and so they’ve decided they don’t want to pay for anything. This is partly because civilization and college tuitions be damned, they don’t like being told what to do. They think being told what to do gets in the way of their right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness which means driving a Range Rover and making more money. Hamptons
(As a left dresser, I do wish I was allowed to decide exactly what my taxes are buying. Bridges to nowhere, aid to
and Lockheed Martin – no. The Pakistan system – yes. And I drive a BMW so really, you can tell me to shut up.)) California University
George Bush, who is a right dresser once said – or maybe it was Will Farrell, who dresses left, pretending to be George Bush who said it – or wait, no, maybe it was Justice Antonin Scalia - but whoever said it, it still holds true –
“...about four- five ‘underd years ago when God booted Adam and Eve out of The Garden of Eden for adulterary, an ol’ boy could dress any which-a-way direction he pleased, cause, a’ course, as everybody knows, Jesus wore robes...”
Jesus, who I think we all can agree was a pretty cool cat with his head on straight, wore robes.
Presumably with nothing underneath.