While Whigs are out, wiggling still in.

While wearing one out, was an outward manifestation of social stature…at least back then (we call it "showy" now). Even became a cause célèbres (as in "the bigger the wig...") - or whatever the reverse would be worded - an initial put down (i..e., "radicals questioning royal authority) that became a name of a party ("We are the party of Whigs and will wear one proudly"). Wear as, as in another reason to wear one, was more practical ‘in nature’ - a cover up for baldness as well as other, even less attractive qualities, that might spell “syphilis”. Yeah, when, even back in what we here call the “old country” they weren’t busy figuring out how to put down insurrections offshore, they enjoyed putting each other down (see how history has a way of…?). As even when following what’s still considered the gold standard in parliamentary proceedings, there was always a bit of wiggle room for a polished putdown: “Yeah, so I’m bald; at least I’m not heir-less” This is where the wigging out starts. And when ribald (aka Brit bawdy😒) humour came ashore. 

A second part to this two-party post: back stories of Torries. But first, some more serious matters associated with “What makes for a true Statesman?”