The rise of hope for Men, and how it was crushed (in Europe)

This spring has been difficult, even for a positive camper like me. It was way to late, winter lasted to long, and then the news form the fashion world was bleak and threatening. I mean, let's face it, fashion is ussually a silly bussines, that is not hiting us guys that heavy. I mean, we might have to face it that our favorite shirt has to stay in the cabinet this year, but there is always next year.
But last couple of years fashion has given us pleasure, free entertaiment and a ever increasing view on the female figure. Fashion dictated girls that they had to wear ever lower pants, t-shirst that were shrinking on all sides and other clothes that seamed to have dumped the original idea behind clothing, to cover the human skin.
Granted, not every woman wearing this stuf should have done so. Sometimes, seeing some persons could be compared to sitting through an all night session af the 'Saw' movies and 'Henry, portrait of a serial killer' with your eyes taped open with duct tape, while sitting but-naked in a bowl of icecubes.
But in general, public transport and city centers were changed in a positive way, cause there was always something to see that could provide some entertainment, and kill time.
And then, the rumours started. The new fashion was for pants to go all the way up to the bellybutton. Gods knows what would be next. Maybe the Islamic burqa would be an inspiration to western designers. Years of commuting without any distractions, depresion, a depandency on Prozac, it all seemed to gang up on me.
But then, spring finally came, months to late. And the streets came alive with the same inspirational pictures as last year. I smiled again. I told my wife I loved here for the first time since Christmas.
Today it is raining, and the wind is cleaning the streets with icy fingers. All hope seems lost.