Welcome back to Hat Hatery. Last week we talked about the much maligned chapeau of the French persuasion: the Beret. This week we will be focusing on the tiresome Pork Pie Hat.

From it's ridiculous name to the audacious indented short crown, the Pork Pie hat deserves every bit of scorn it receives. The headware of choice for layabouts and holier-than-though retro hipster types, it practically begs you to knock it off its wearer's smug head. In truth, half of the disdain for the Pork Pie is simply through association: Only assholes wear Pork Pie hats. Some might argue that it is unfair then to direct so much ridicule to the cap. I disagree. It has long been held in the hat world that the Hat and the Wearer are two halves of one whole and must be judged as such.

That's all the time we have for This Week in Hats, join me next time when we'll discuss The Stovepipe: Short Man's Savior, or Top Hat Gone Wild.