I've been a full- or half-windsor guy since way back, but about once a year I think "You know, I'm an insouciant fellow with a devil-may-care attitude -- I'm going with the four-in-hand." And then I do and it looks like something a sixth-grader tied sitting in the back of a minivan without aid of a mirror, on his way to the dance that he really didn't want to go to but his mother made him anyway.

So I guess my question is, what the hell is with this got-damn knot anyway?