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" Most men remember the shirt they wore when they met their first love. Others, the jacket or shoes they had on when they interviewed for that job they&amp;#039;d always wanted and got. Or the briefs they donned when they lost their virginity. It is less common, though, for a man to remember what he wore on his most shameful day. But this poses a risk: that the people who witnessed your most shameful day will remember, and they will bring it up when you wear those clothes again. Take Eliot Spitzer: On the day the New York Times reported he&amp;#039;d been paying for expensive prostitutes, Spitzer wore a red, three-stripe tie. He then wore it again this morning while campaigning for New York City comptroller, to some giggles among the press. Which raises a question: What should a man do with the tie he wore on what many believe to be his most shameful day? Herein, we propose five (clickable) options:    Throw it out. Maybe \u2014 maybe \u2014 if ground up well enough, it can become some sort of compost that will grow into some beautiful flower that with its beauty ever so slightly compensates for your failings.  Keep it. Hang it on your bathroom mirror. Tape that thing, knotted as it was, to the exact height of your reflection&amp;#039;s collar. Since you only need the knot and the front, you cut off the back and with that excess fabric construct miniatures for all the other mirrors in your life \u2014 to apply to your side- and rearview-mirrors in your car, and have in your briefcase on rainy days for you to hand-grenade into puddles before you encounter them. It is a secret, deeply personal metaphor: You cannot view yourself without seeing who you were.        Burn it. While interpretatively dancing around to rhythmic poundings of djembes, the smoke&amp;#039;s drifting into the shadow of the world thus a symbol of the exorcising of your wrongdoings. Though there&amp;#039;s a problem with this: apparently ties don&amp;#039;t burn very well; it takes a while, and you&amp;#039;re still left with a charred object instead of satisfactory and exorcism-appropriate ashes. But perhaps you could stomp this in beat with the djembe thumpings.  Wear it every day. Scarlet Letter-style.  Forget about it. And then be confused about the hubbub when you do wear it again because it wasn&amp;#039;t even the tie you wore to announce your resignation from governor because of that prostitution ring \u2014 and likely because you knew that federal investigators knew you&amp;#039;d used campaign funds for those prostitutes \u2014 which probably was actually your most shameful day, even if by just a smidgen.  "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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