The 3/4 Length Sleeve

          In the fashion world, length can be a tricky wicket. Maxi skirts, mini skirts, oversized everything, baby tee, boyfriend jeans, thong underwear... all of these trends beg the question, "What is the appropriate amount of fabric for any given occasion?" Some super chic individuals have made names for themselves through playing with length; for example, the Olsen twins took the bag lady look from the homeless shelters to the haute couture houses one gigantic, grandpa sweater at a time. In my mind however, there is one length that will never be out of place, or out of style: the 3/4 length sleeve. I know, you're probably reading this and thinking, "Really? She's writing about a sleeve?" And the simple answer is yes. However, it's not just the construction of the sleeve, the fabrics, and the stitching that I find beautiful but what this type of sleeve suggests. Just hear me out.
          A man wearing a 3/4 length sleeve is powerful. Maybe not in the business and philanthropy way. Maybe he doesn't trade transatlantic stock with Taiwan but he gets shit done. His rolled sleeves mean that he needs his hands to be free to accomplish one thing or another, from opening a pickle jar to drawing with charcoal to raising a barn. Or maybe he just finished a project, and now has to wash his hands and prepare for the next project to come his way. He unconsciously shows off his masculine forearm, all hairy and muscular , some veins showing here and there. It's not the most proper and his cuffs might get wrinkled but he's got more important things on his mind. Besides, he knows he still looks damn good. A button down with the sleeves rolled up, or a baseball-style shirt with cropped ones  are dressier than a normal tee or a short sleeve work shirt, but can still be cafe cool or rock-and-roll rad. This guy can still play bass in the band or thoughtfully sip a chai in either attire. All the barista babes and girl groupies will be on you like a cinnamon bun. 
          Now, for the ladies. A 3/4 length sleeve (as seen above on yours truly) does for a woman's femininity what it does for a man's masculinity. I can see the doubtful look on your face already but let me explain. A woman's wrist is such a delicate piece of body; the skin is pale and thin, blue and green veins fully displayed, the bones light like that of a bird. It's the spot where a lady puts perfume and tennis bracelets. It's grabbed in moments of protection... and passion. It's the new Victorian Ankle. It's understated but really shouldn't be. It holds a pulse, a heat. Besides, there is something classic about cropping. Audrey did it, Coco did it. You can, too. Your beautiful, dainty wrists will thank you for a little fresh air and soft stroking from a lover.
          And what happens when a properly sleeved man and a properly sleeved woman meet? They hold hands because no stiff cuff is holding them back.