I hate to quote, Alanis Morissette, but “isn’t it ironic, don’t you think?”. I never learned how to tie a tie as a kid, teenager or young adult. I may have worn a tie a hand full of times before I graduated college, but each time I had my mom, dad, uncle or competent adult male tie it for me. When I graduated college and got a job that required a tie, I would leave an untied tie on my buddy Matt’s door knob for him to tie and leave for me to slip on in the morning. It would have been a lot easier to learn how to tie a tie, but my philosophy at the time was to try to get through life without ever having to learn how to. I was a rebel and tie tying was my cause. Fast forward to today and look who’s the jerk. I talked to Matt the other day and he asked me, “so, are you the tie guy now? You never take a picture without one on.” It’s true, but in casual L.A., I still feel like the rebel. Most nights, I’m the only guy at the bar with a tie on.