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Damn straight!

A snappy looking 1950s-era businessman.  Bring it on baby!  It's time to put the poorly conceived and invariably badly executed 'business casual' to bed once and for all.  If you look like hell, your attitude and efficiency in the workplace are going to follow suit.  Do you really want someone who resembles an itinerant worker, perhaps better suited to raking leaves in your yard and shoveling snow from your front walk, handling your business and legal affairs, to say nothing of keeping you healthy, running your country, or educating your children?

This was but one of many comments in reply to this question, posed a few days ago, on the Daily Prep blog: Will suits and ties return as a business staple?

"A coat & tie, heavy starched OCBD, shined Aldens,white pocket square,shaved, & barbered up represents a standing rebuke to the forces of moral & cultural relativism. It makes the great unwashed uncomfortable. To me, it constitutes an old school grownup, which all should aspire to be. Gravitas, maturity, & respect...speaking softly & carrying a big stick....a steaming dreadnaught parting the waves. Wear a sport coat every day & a suit on Friday's as a means of silent protest. When asked about the suit, I reply that I am having lunch with some grownups downtown at my club. They get the message and no follow up questions." -- Anonymous


Priceless.  And damn right.  While I do not secretly long for a return to the Cold War, the Red Scare, or second class status for women and minorities, it's time to stem the tide of the great unwashed and the attitudes that go with it.  Practicing basic standards of accepted polite behavior and professional appearance in the white collar world, as well as elsewhere in society, would be a sound idea.  Hey, a guy can dream right?

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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  1. I was in the gym today. In walked a 40-something in a tight white v-neck T-shirt, gelled spikey hair, black necklace. I asked the young desk girl what she thought of his style. Her response:

    "Oh no. No, no, no ...."

    I'm sure a teenager could pull it off fine, but it reminded me that, as unfashionable as it may be, consider dressing your age and having some style.

    -X

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