Meet Greg, Paul and poor Ingrid.
Indoors, women are useful, but on a mountain, they’re a drag…or more aptly from the picture, they are clinging for their lives.
All this so someone can admire these men’s sweaters. Never mind the pants – I guess knickers were considered climbing gear back in the day…the day where men were more concerned that their buddy liked their sweater than a woman.
I’m concerned. Does this mean that men with these sweaters weren’t interested in attracting women? Was that really the motive that Greg and Paul had – to admire each other and sacrifice Ingrid to the mountain god? Doesn’t a shaker stitch scream “gay”? I’m just not sure, but I am disturbed.
Went for the biopsy today, and all I can say is – damn, that hurt!.