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The Fedora wasn’t born in an Axe Body Spray-filled Reddit thread - it was forged in style, bathed in noir, and smoked in jazz.
Now it's coated in sweat, misogyny, and anime quotes.
Neckbeard goblins have ruined it.
I don’t blame the hat - I blame the clowns beneath it.
Early 20th-century elegance didn’t die - it was kidnapped by “nice guys” with samurai swords.
But not all is lost.
The owner of this commentsection still wears his Fedora with the dignity of a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 1940s detective.
He’s not part of the problem. He’s the Fedora’s final hope.
Tip it with pride, king. We ride at dawn.