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There IS Hope. . .

Harrison Ford as Professor of Archaeology Henry Walton 'Indiana' Jones, sporting a bowtie and three-piece tweed suit no less.

Well, after a week on campus at Michigan State University, attending various orientations and workshops for new faculty, I am happy to report that there are quite a few men on this sprawling campus who seem to 'get it.'  

While I have not seen anyone in a tweed suit (hey, it is still too warm for that kind nonsense) like the one worn above by Professor Jones, I have seen various male faculty, staff, and administration in suits with neckties, decent shoes, and more casual sports jackets or blazers worn with odd wool pants or crisp chinos.  Heck, I've even seen a few Panama hats around campus as well as fathers at my son's school arriving to drop off or retrieve Junior and Juniorette in suits, neckties, and dark leather dress shoes without the dreaded square toes.  

It would seem that we have come to the right place.  Thus far, no cruddy sneakers, grubby khakis, ratty old t-shirts that should have been thrown away 15 years ago, or factory distressed imitation leather jackets (observed far too often on the male faculty and staff at my previous institution).  The people around us, from what I have seen this week, actually seem to care about how they come across to the rest of the world and realize at some level what their attire silently conveys to the rest of us.  They have a clue in other words.  Hallelujah! 

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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  1. Always glad to discover that there are some universities where at least some of the professors dress better than the students.


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