So. A bunch of you are crowing that you “knew” Bob Benson was gay because he wore tiny shorts.
Stop it. You don’t sound insightful. You don’t sound like people who are good at picking up on subtle foreshadowing. No, you just sound like people who happily buy into ridiculous stereotypes.
Gather round, my dears, for a quick lesson in fashion history. You see, back before ankle-length cargo “shorts” and hugely baggy jorts became de rigueur, men were comfortable with the fact that they had thighs. Gay or straight, if you were a man wearing shorts, those shorts exposed your precious man-thighs to sunlight and fresh air
and my leering, objectifying gaze. Such a display was not thought of as immodest or indecent. It just was.
Granted, you’d only be wearing shorts while exercising or playing sports (e.g., tennis) or while loafing about on the beach or by the pool. Not exactly activities where fashion matters overly much. Nevertheless, you wouldn’t be caught dead in shorts that hung down to your calves. At that point, they’re no longer even shorts; they’re high waters. Capris. Pedal pushers. Gauchos. As you can see by the examples provided by Messrs. Draper and Campbell, a man in this time period didn’t wear shorts like Bob’s because he was gay; he wore them because anything longer looked ridiculous. And still does.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a face that needs to be crammed full of Takis. Three day weekend, bitches.