No, my friend. The fabled Corktown district, after which this magnificent fedora was named, is a true-blue, bona fide testament of grit, elbow grease and stick-to-itiveness. As the longest-standing neighborhood in Detroit, Corktown has seen booms, busts, bootlegging, bribery — actually, we probably got carried away with the alliteration. We'll leave it at that.
Like the storied locale, the Corktown will endure. Place it on your head and just try to give up. We dare you.
In fact, we do NOT recommend the Corktown if you're trying to quit any of the following activities:
Espionage for a foreign government
Biting your nails
Hanging around lame people like that guy Ryan who is always complaining
Judge Judy marathons
Putting off doing that thing
We definitely think you should quit those things. You should just pick a different hat while trying to do it.
The Corktown is built to last. Some things, however, that are built to last look really bad. You know, like rocks. Or black mold. This hat is not like rocks or black mold.
Exhibit A: The 100% pure Australian wool. Exhibit B: The fine nylon grosgrain band, with a subtle, badass man-bow (which is NOTHING like a man-bun). We could go on, believe us.