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There was a time when flannels actually meant something. Back in my day, the flannel was strictly for Al Borland in Home Improvement, lumberjacks who get their maple syrup right from a tree's core, and that gawt damn behemoth of the Brawny Paper Towel man. Nowadays, you can't even go two clicks due north without running into a hipster who has no calluses on his hands, a hard part that looks like a weird bald spot, and a beard that's riddled with pine needle-scented beard oil. An atrocity is what it is.
The most hilarious hypocrisy of the situation is that we are neither lumberjacks nor Home Improvement gurus. And our model, who got his calluses from baking gingerbread cookies for his wife's Christmas themed Bunko party, is sporting a pine needle-scented beard.
What does this have to do with Tiny Tim? Absolutely nothing because dead men don't wear plaid, but Sean Connery does.