Well, George Will gets the crotchety award of the year. To each his own of course, but I hate getting dressed up as, I imagine, do many others.
But I guess Will has to eat and it’s a slow news day.
His article reminds me of the time I had to meet the CEO of a new client. I had only spoken to him on the phone but he sounded like a guy in his fifties. I was in my late twenties at the time and figgered, better put on a suit. I show up all doodied up and the guy is in jeans, t-shirt, and old, worn, docksiders with no socks. Now I call people’s secretary’s ahead of time and inquire as to the dress code.
There was another time where my company, a client, and one of our markets all met for a joint meeting. Everyone is in suits and, over lunch, we’re all discussing how wonderful it is that our company’s have all casual dress codes. Subsequent meetings, no more suits.