As a sometimes lazy member of the Bitter Tonic writing team, my job became suddenly more urgent when Irene was called to Hollywood.
“I need someone here on Canadian soil as a correspondent for the Man Brooch,” she exclaimed. “With me on the American front, we’ve got to ride the wave after it catches on in LA.”
When I saw these fine pieces of masculine jewelry, I knew this was a call to slough off my lazy outer skin and get back in the game. With brooch in hand, I went home to get my boyfriend to try one on and pose for a photo. After a brief conversation and a short inspection of the brooch, he said he was too busy.
But this is not over yet – busy? Wait until he sees the response from LA – he’ll be begging me for it…
When I first saw the man brooch, I burst into unbridled screams of extacy. I had to have one.
Yes. Begging for it. Only he’ll have to wait to get a new Man Brooch. I sold the one I gave you to Dustin Hoffman.
The Man Brooch will be BIG. I tell you BIG!!!!