In this blog post, you’ll learn how to escape from Neverland and defeat the Peter Pan Syndrome. I’ll tell you in advance, the solution is: dress like a mature man (or a woman), or “fake it ‘till you make it”, if you wish. Start pretending to be a real man (or a real woman) and you’ll eventually become one.
In fact, in my most humble opinion (which is right), one of the single greatest problems of contemporary society is prolonged adolescence. You know? I’m more humble than you…
Anyways, prolonged adolescence has created a new sort of creature: it is not really a man (or a woman) yet, and not exactly a child anymore. This curious, unidentified living object exists in a limbo in which every right is granted to it, without the necessity to correspond equal responsibilities.
They are all around us: it’s the Peter Pan’s army, surrender yourself. They are men, but not really. Only their documents betray them. They are way past their teenage years, already, but they don’t “feel like it”. They think that age is relative to their own feelings. Actually, they think EVERYTHING is relative to their own feelings. You’d better be aware: when you spot one of these young zombies, run for the hills!
But how can you spot them? Easy as pie… You see? They think they are smart, but, really, they are only a little bit better than you at using their smartphones. That’s what they think being “smart” means, anyway.
This is how you can recognize them: since they never grow mentally, they naturally tend to dress like children. It’s unclear whether they do that in order to camouflage themselves, or because they just don’t realize it, however. Yet, scientists have speculated that this could be a tactic they use when they find themselves in the middle of their social circle so that they don’t have to take responsibilities for adjusting their wardrobes according to their age, and consequently, do the things that real men do in general.
In the wintertime you will see them covering their faces in dark colored hoodies, generally with one big piece of writing on the chest, which -scientists claim- expresses their discontent with the world. In the summertime, they dress in colorful T-shirts covered in sagacious writings. At this point of the year, they seem to be more optimistic, probably because -scientists claim- it’s the holiday season and so they don’t have to justify themselves for the fact that they do nothing all the time. They like to wear shorts and sandals, soon as the weather allows it. This is an indication of their selfishness: they don’t care about the fact that, by exposing their hairy legs and horrible feet to the public, they cause distress to other people: all they care about is their own well-being. The most literate among them are still reading Harry Potter (they think it’s literature). Some other, still watch anime and read manga. The ones who are less nerdy have a penchant for soccer, or basketball, or some other sports. Usually, the “sporty ones” are also obsessed with keeping in shape.
They don’t know who Le Goff is, or Bernard Lewis, or James Joyce. They haven’t read anything more complicated than George “RR” Martin. They traded their critical thinking skills for good grades during their sophomore years at some socialist university. Peer pressure made them succumb. They are the lost generation, the ones who have closed their minds, the students about whom Allan Bloom nefariously prophesied about. Yet, they are utterly convinced that their number one priority is keeping in shape. They think sweating is the new reading.
Careful! They can’t handle criticism: they’ll figuratively punch you in the eye with their colorful T-shirts full of witty writings that they use to complement their personality. If you offend them, they’ll shoot you with their Xbox controllers. Don’t ask them questions: they’ll bore you to death with their tedious, constant blabbering about their favorite football team. If you are not careful, you’ll soon find yourself surrounded by screaming kids at one of their wild parties. It seems they can’t have fun unless they get drunk and try to imitate the animals they are so fond of.
They are the literal incarnation of Timothy’s famous prophecy:
“This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come. For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good, traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God; Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away. For of this sort are they which creep into houses, and lead captive silly women laden with sins, led away with divers lusts, ever learning, and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth.” (2 Timothy 3)
These kids have bought into literally everything that doesn’t make sense. They are usually Marxists – or socialists- most assuredly Liberals, or Leftists at the very least. They are feminists, environmentalist, pro-LGBT advocates, atheists or agnostics -in the best case scenarios, they admire Obama, they are relativist social warriors, they fight all the worst fights that you could possibly think of. Just name one bad cause and rest assure they have already embraced it.
The problem being: they never actually grew up. They are spoiled brats. They want all the benefits of adulthoods without having to deal with the responsibilities.
I don’t hate them, it’s not their fault. It’s the “I want to give my kids everything I never had” mentality that ruined their life. Blame their parents: the sons and daughters of the Baby Boomers.
This is the reason why they are suffering from the Peter Pan syndrome. Prolonged adolescence is only one of the “problems from hell” I like to talk about so much.
This problem is reflected in the way these adult kids dress. For one Mark Zuckerberg -the hooded billionaire-, there are millions of thirty-year-old men who still dress like him, without having achieved anything significant in their life.
They are singles and desperate and they have nothing to show for.
Now, I’m not arguing that simply by dressing like real men they could change anything. I wish it were so easy! But I am saying that if you dress like Peter Pan, people will take you for who you are: a kid.
I’ve started this blog, almost a year ago because I’m utterly convinced that men are disappearing and that something must be done before it’s too late.
In this blog post, I put together a quasi-casual outfit that any thirty-year-old man could imitate. An outfit like this one will make you look much more mature and professional than usual. Yet, you should be able to put it together yourself with more or less 200 euros. Also, at least in theory, this outfit shouldn’t be intimidating.
The main element of this outfit is the vintage Brooksfield wool blazer in Navy Blue, with notch lapels and patch pockets. This classic-cut Blazer should serve you well throughout the best of the next two seasons. I’ve talked about what a Blazer is in this other blog post.
The David Naman white trousers, also made of cotton, are a great companion. Blue and white always go well together. Millennials should like them because they are not traditionally cut yet they are classy. So, it’s a trick!
The suede, electric-blue Franceschini Driver Shoes don’t really cost much, although they are well-made. I bought them a few years ago. But you can find similar shoes anywhere nowadays. Driving shoes are cool, perfect for the summer.
I literally love this cotton pullover in Sky blue by MCS, which I have bought by Mosca ’54 a couple of years ago. You can wear it on your skin: it’s the ideal compromise between a polo and cotton shirt.
Get yourself a big enough, thick cotton scarf and les jeux son faits! This one is from Carpisa, it was a gift! As you can see it’s gray, so I used it as an accent.
A beautiful pocket square, the same color of the pullover, would add that magical touch to the ensemble. This one if from the Tie Shop Rome. A flower found in the surroundings would set you apart from the rest of the crowd. You can pluck it off later and give it to a woman you like. Just make sure you pick the right one… and get rid of the ants!
Finally, a nice pair of inexpensive Wayfarers by Maui&Sons will keep your eyes safe from the evil sun and your wallet ready for a nice pizza.
Granted prolonged adolescence is a problem from hell, but you can still defeat it with a little help from your friend, John Cravatta.