by Tammy Melody Gomez
I was certain that the necktie would be left behind in the 20th century, but it seems to have snaked its unwelcome way into this one. Pity. Now I have to watch my man insinuate his mood, his soup-slurping protocol via necktie mannerisms. I hate how that thing strangles my saccades, absorbs his fastidious focus. One day I'll yank that necktie off to a quiet closet, unsuspecting. Gonna string it up high, watch it kick and twitch in unfashionable demise.
Tammy Melody Gomez, who blogs here, is a writer, performer, producer, and grassroots educator.