Evil Genius and I first bonded over argyle. We are knitted together by it's diamonds and X's. I'm not sure when it began for me, though I can never remember when I didn't love argyle. It's loveliness has only been reinforced for me through film and pop culture. Who can't love argyle after watching Brigadoone? Or having lived through the preppy years? If I could guess, I would think that Evil Genius likes argyle because of its precision of pattern and the infinite possibilities of color combinations.
Let's face it: Argyle is funky. It's fun. You can wear it with plaid. Wearing argyle says you dare to be different and don't care what anyone else thinks. Actually, we probably do care what other people think: We want to be seen as individuals and unique. Argyle socks say that about a person. And argyle sweaters say that even louder.
I'm sure Evil Genius and I share Scots blood and are both stirred by bagpipes, tartan, and Braveheart. Yes, I said Braveheart. Did you know I was a fan of this move before I started loathing Mel Gibson? I was moved by the soul-scream of Freedom. For a while, I had a short-lived tradition of watching this movie on Independence Day. That was before I discovered it was the violence driving MG and not a passion for story telling.
Probably, our common love of Guiness is also a reason we bond over argyle; after a few pints of Guiness, argyles look like a roadmap home.
Evil Genius note: For the requisite photo of me wearing argyle socks, please visit WILATU #51.