The Stopped Clock is Right Again

Every time I think the American Oligarchical Collective has surpassed itself in silliness, along comes something like this: http://www.mrctv.org/blog/feminist-writers-office-air-conditioning-sexist-part-overbearing-patriarchy#.epwnrk:O8sR

I read it, and the goosies who started this teapot-typhoon got one thing right:

“Dvorak suggested men should “step up and rage against the jackets and ties constricting your lives and leaving us shivering all summer.””

Perhaps it’s my Asperger’s and accompanying sensory integration issues, but business suits and ties have to be the most senseless attire since Turkish balloon pants, which were designed to contain the products of defecation lest some prophesied religious figure, who was supposed to be born of a male, be lost down the outhouse. Ties choke off blood flow to the brain–come to think of it, that explains so many supervisors from my past employment–and itch. Suits come in many fabrics, all of which are too hot for summer and too cool for winter. But together they look gooooood!

Back in the Eighties and on into the Nineties there was a book called Dress for Success. I read it; it made me think about the old black man, forced into a vasectomy by his wife, who wore a tuxedo to the procedure because “If Ise gwine be impotent, Ise gwine look impotent!” Essentially, Dress for Success should’ve been titled Climb the Corporate Ladder Without Brains or Skill, Using Appearance Only, or How To Dress Like a Popinjay and Advance Your Career Despite Having the Wits of a Blank Wall. (One erstwhile boss insisted that neckties be worn in 100-degree-Fahrenheit weather while augering soil bore-holes in the full Florida sun; he was cured of that stupidity–but not others–the first time he had to do it himself.)

The Humorless Harridan Hoplites actually hit upon a problem; business attire, both men’s and women’s, is uncomfortable as hell in any season… but mindless conformity and equally mindless dress codes keep it that way. If I were a manager, I’d rather have a diligent office worker who came in wearing a tee-shirt sporting the lyrics of Axel the Sot’s “Moose” over a perfectly dressed cretin who could be replaced by a store-window mannequin with no loss to productivity. This may just be my relentless Asperger’s immunity to social convention… but I wonder how many people would prefer to dress for comfort rather than appearance while on the job. The answer, I suspect, is most, especially in climates where air conditioning makes the difference between productivity and heat stroke.

So a hearty encouragement to you feminists who want to ditch the ludicrous men’s raiment known as the business suit and the necktie; both should’ve been burned with the bras and garter belts y’all cremated back in the Sixties.  Please add pantsuits to the new pyre. Time to make up for lost time, eh what?

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About depwavid

Contradictory facts: 1). I have Asperger's Syndrome, a form of autism characterized by a total lack of social sense and the unique ability to beat a dead horse into individual component atoms; 2). I'm an NRA Life Member who thinks the NRA doesn't go far enough in protecting the Second Amendment.; 3). I'm a MENSA-qualified genius who let his membership lapse; 4). I'm a committed Christian; 5). I'm an equally committed libertarian. 6). I admire the writings of Robert Heinlein and L.Neil Smith, but not those of Dietrich Bonhoffer, Hannah Hurnard, or Oswald Chambers; 7). I enjoyed reading Hilaire Belloc's book on the Reformation, although I disagreed with 70-80% of his premises, and... 8). There's a lot more; I'm really impossible to categorize. Maybe I'll tell you later...
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