In news that we're trying really, really hard to make any sense of at all, there is a man in New York on the hunt for someone turning 11 on 11/11/2011. Why? Because according to Miles Rohan, founder of The Corduroy Appreciation Club, that is the date that looks most like corduroy.
We were relieved but also confused to read that the club was started as a half-joke, which leads us to presume the founders are (were?) sane enough to see the ridiculousness of it. Yet, they went with it and now, six years later, there are over 4,000 members, chapters in Montana, parades down 11th street and meetings twice yearly on corduroy-resembling dates January 1 and November 11 (participants must wear at least two corduroy items). That seems like a long time and a lot of effort to keep up a half-joke.
While that all seems pretty harmless, if completely bizarre and inexplicable, I'm a little concerned for this 11-year-old they're trying to induct into their club and force into a life of corduroy-worship. From the Daily News:
“That child is the messiah of corduroy,” said Miles Rohan, founder of the 4,000-member club, which was started as a half-joke in 2005. “We liken it to finding the Dalai Lama.”
The membership sent out a call for a child with the right digits but hasn’t found a local candidate with the perfect credentials.
There were twins in Wisconsin, dismissed because they were too far from Manhattan, where the club’s “grandest meeting” will be held on the magical day.
I mean, maybe I saw Martha Marcy May Marlene too recently to look at this objectively, but doesn't it all sound a little cult-like? It sounds like a corduroy cult and if your child is turning 11 on the 11th, we think you should probably keep him or her away from these people.
Of course, if you've been harboring a life-long obsession with corduroy (which we've actually been pretty into for fall) and want some people to share that with, the Corduroy Appreciation Club's "grandest meeting" will be held at the Desmond Tutu Center on 10th avenue (fail!) and there will be an 11-person choir and a fashion show.
We can't help but wonder, why corduroy? Is that the only beloved fabric? How about a Houndstooth Appreciation Club that meets on 4/4? What other fabrics do you think deserve collective worship?