Jack Tame was selected by Elle magazine as one of the 41 most eligible bachelors in America. Photo / Getty Images
Opinion
So many questions. Why would I agree to a morning photo shoot? Why does my face go all puffy when I wake up? Why would I choose to wear a trench coat and a button-down shirt with yoghurt stains? Why didn't I put product in my hair? Why do I
always go all clammy even when it's -16C? And why, why would I pose like that?
You may, or I hope may not, have spotted my selection by Elle magazine as one of the 41 most eligible bachelors in America.
I'm not sure if the 40 other guys on Elle.com's list have endured the same social beating as I have this week, but I suppose only a fool would've expected anything less. Only a fool would've expected the list to quietly pass by his colleagues and friends without so much as a Facebook share.
Only a fool would succumb to his editor's request, and agree to a column explaining how it came about.
If you don't regularly check Elle.com, there's really no need to revisit my profile. In a soup of cheekbones and testosterone, of Brooklyn-chic and man-swag, I'm an awkward, somewhat puffy outlier among America's most desirable dudes. You might wonder how the others are bachelors. With me, well ... yeah. You just wonder.
