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As it happens, by perverse fate, in our culture most of the "formal" clothes just so happen to be the most uncomfortable

I used to hate wearing a suit and tie – until I rebelled against the Kerryites and their usual made of dress. Until a few months before the election I usually wore jeans and T-shirt or Dockers and polo shirt for formal. My hair was past my shoulders and my beard was mid-chest.
I was accused of being a Hanoi John supporter!
I bought a few shirts that actually fit my neck, ties, slacks and sports jackets. I cut my hair and trimmed my beard. My neck is 18 ½” but most cheap shirts that fit my shoulders have about a 16” neck. I wonder why they hurt? I discovered that with a proper fitting collar the necktie doesn’t strangle me.

I used to hate wearing a suit and tie – until I rebelled against the Kerryites and their usual made of dress. Until a few months before the election I usually wore jeans...

Why would you let those scum define you? Even in rebellion, you're still allowing them to dictate your life. You need to live your life *without reference* to them, pro- or con-.

My hair was past my shoulders

Mine still is.

I was accused of being a Hanoi John supporter!

Never happened to me. Perhaps you are not outspoken enough. A pro-gun baseball cap will dispel such nonsense. And quit puttin' sunscreen on your neck! ;-)

I bought a few shirts that actually fit my neck, ties, slacks and sports jackets...with a proper fitting collar the necktie doesn’t strangle me.

Please read my WHOLE post... no never mind, I will excerpt:

"The medical term for it is "tactile defensiveness"... "tactile hypersensitivity" would be a more accurate term for it....clothes that are made of certain fabrics are just torment to wear, even if they "fit" perfectly.

In other words, it's not the fit around the collar or anywhere else, it's the material and sometimes the weave. Some clothes almost feel like sandpaper, and some (ie silk) "tickle" the whole day. The only way I can stay sane and focus on my work (or the sermon, or the concert) is to wear clothes that I can "forget" I have on -- broken-in jeans, flannels, etc -- with the labels cut out of course). Formal clothes bug me about as much as if, for example, I had a long-awned weed seed in my boxer shorts that kept poking at me all day. And this condition is rather common.