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Today we salute you, Mr. Constant Collar Putter Upper. You, bedecked in popped collar, teach us that we no longer have to live with a cold back of the neck. Sure, your pink alligator polo may look feminine, but not to the 17 other frat guys wearing the same thing. Where others may see thoughtless fashion conformity, you preach a higher gospel. You preach of a world where its ok for a man to go tanning. You ask "why can't we wear make-up, and use shampoo with lavender essence?" So crack open an ice-cold Bud Light, Mr. Abercrombie, or is it Fitch?, because we all know when we really need a piece of gum, you might have one in your man purse.