Look at Warren Beatty. Do you think he got as many women as he did by dressing like Jon Hamm on his free days? Hell no.I’ve probably harped about this before but I am getting fed up with the way men of our generation dress when they go out. And by go out I mean, “go out” hit the town go out, not when they leave their house for work or errands or lunch or something, who cares about that.
It just doesn’t seem fair. Women put so much more effort into their appearance. When we go out we blow dry our hair, we put on makeup, we wear pretty clothes and to top that off there’s heels. And men put on a David Bowie tee shirt and jeans and, to quote Cher Horowitz, “We’re supposed to swoon?” (Ok, honestly time, I totally did swoon at the Bowie shirt, but the guy could have thrown at least a blazer over it.)
Look, Leo DiCaprio, I don’t care how famous you are, there is no reason why you should be wearing a baseball cap indoors. Put on a suit. Or at least take off the hat.
The richer people are the more inclined they are to dress poorly. I don’t mean poorly as in financially, though it can; I just mean bad. And not bad, bad, shamone, but bad.
We can’t even count on Jon Hamm to dress nicely. Are you just too fed up with looking good on your show, Jon, that you need to undo all of that by wearing crap when you go out? Do you just think, “Ugh I wear suits at work all the time and look like Cary Grant, goddamn I hate it! Let me grow a beard and look drunk. Perfect. Hamm, you rascal, you’ve done it again!”
I like dressing up. Does that mean that I feel everyone else should? No. But should you, if you’re going out? Yes. Because I’m sick of 20 something men getting away with so much bullshit. The least you can do is look nice. I mean who is that hurting? Everyone wins. Look at Jarvis Cocker.
Just make an effort.
And ladies, save the American Apparel sac dress for daytime. It’s not evening wear. Especially when you wear it super short and without underwear. What is that? What are you trying to prove? You’re a woman, we believe you. Cover your stuff. The 70s are over. I’m sorry you couldn’t participate in them, but you need to get over that and move on.
I’m jaunting off to New York for a week. Please be here when I come back. I love you all, really.
