Can't we try and dress better without people being an idiot about it?
It's been slow steps for me since I started down this road 18 months ago. A reupholstered wardrobe and $3500 later and I'm still getting crap from yokels.
"Ooh, you gotta little hanky there in your pocket for blowing your nose." (basic silk pocket square.)
"Those shoes are wild. They are hurting my brain." (The broguing in my Strands.)
"Are you going to church or what?" (No, it's Tuesday and I hate God.)
It reached an Everest's peak of annoyance yesterday when I wore the linen Perry Ellis summer suit Joe recommended (quick aside: total steal at less than $100 and the most comfortable thing I've worn, though sleeves do run a bit long.)
From the time I came to work to the time I left, three people called me Don Johnson or made some Miami Vice reference. Two feigned blindness/eye trauma that the suit was too white. To cap it all off, the boss asked while I was all dressed up. By this point my patience had run thin and I shot back that I was dressed up out of respect for myself, my position and employer. He was wearing his grocery bagger short sleeve dress shirt again.
He said: "it's work, not a fashion show."
I'm more dismissive of what the boys says/thinks as he joins Hitler, Stalin, Pol Pot and Glen Beck in the graduating class of Worst Human Beings Ever.
Of course, woman are fast to furnish me with compliments, but I'm married so who cares and that doesn't ease the pain.
Honestly, I think I'm wearing overalls with my name monogrammed on them tomorrow. I'm not dressing up for anyone else, why can't they shut the f up?
Sometimes it just seems easier to fly in the same migratory direction as the geese.
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