A couple stories
firstly, I meant to tell this story about going with Anthony to get a suit and forgot. Renting our tuxes from Men's Wearhouse you get a free tux rental or some money off a suit, and Anthony picked the suit so we went to get it, which was kind of a obnoxious because I'm picky about stuff like that and it seemed to me like we could not find something in the right color, style, and fit forever. But my story isn't about that.
While Anthony was trying stuff on, there was a mom with her senior son trying on a suit as well. She wanted to get him a graduation suit that would be classic and he could wear to interviews in four years when he graduates. Well. First of all, the kid was super gangly and still very much teenager looking. In four years, that kid will have filled out and unless she wants to buy a suit that will look ridiculous now, it is not going to fit when he graduates from college. Secondly, very few professions interview in suits any more, and those that do probably will want him to look sharp and fresh--not wearing a four year old suit that he has worn for every special occasion since his high school graduation. Plus, once you get to know a profession a little better, you pick up on the nuances of dressing to impress there. But none of this was the worst part. The worst part was that the mom was insisting it be a black suit with pleated pants. AHHHH. I have a lontgtime aversion to pleats in general, but to make a teenager wear pleats is even worse. Men find pleats comfortable, I will grant you that, but this mom was so insistent that flat fronted pants were a fad (going strong for over a decade) and that she didn't want his suit to go out of style. Well, going out of style is hard when you are not in style to begin with. And black! That's what you wear to the opera, to funerals, to formal weddings--not job interviews. Anyway, her insistence was ridiculous, her son was surly about having to try on so many suits, and she was super condescending to the guy helping her who was doing his best to give her what she wanted. sheesh.
Moral of this story: I'm very critical and easily amused.
While Anthony was trying stuff on, there was a mom with her senior son trying on a suit as well. She wanted to get him a graduation suit that would be classic and he could wear to interviews in four years when he graduates. Well. First of all, the kid was super gangly and still very much teenager looking. In four years, that kid will have filled out and unless she wants to buy a suit that will look ridiculous now, it is not going to fit when he graduates from college. Secondly, very few professions interview in suits any more, and those that do probably will want him to look sharp and fresh--not wearing a four year old suit that he has worn for every special occasion since his high school graduation. Plus, once you get to know a profession a little better, you pick up on the nuances of dressing to impress there. But none of this was the worst part. The worst part was that the mom was insisting it be a black suit with pleated pants. AHHHH. I have a lontgtime aversion to pleats in general, but to make a teenager wear pleats is even worse. Men find pleats comfortable, I will grant you that, but this mom was so insistent that flat fronted pants were a fad (going strong for over a decade) and that she didn't want his suit to go out of style. Well, going out of style is hard when you are not in style to begin with. And black! That's what you wear to the opera, to funerals, to formal weddings--not job interviews. Anyway, her insistence was ridiculous, her son was surly about having to try on so many suits, and she was super condescending to the guy helping her who was doing his best to give her what she wanted. sheesh.
Moral of this story: I'm very critical and easily amused.