If you wear that, I'll disown you.

Yes. I’m one of them. If I find something I like that fits I buy it in every color I think I will wear.
If any of my coworkers are colorblind, he/she probabaly thinks I never change my clothes.

Do satin lapels help?

Or a bride?
http://www.jimsformalwear.com/images/product/282_parisian_alt1_lrg.jpg

Heh. "Help! My man won’t marry in brown!

Yes, a bit.

I think that the ascot looks a little too much like a neck tie, so that doesn’t help much.

I had an ascot for the first tux I ever wore, but it helped that the suit was white and the coat had tails.

Sounds like Jerry Seinfeld.

The thing is, brown isn’t a formal color. It’s not even formal enough for work, let alone a black tie social event. Obviously most businesses don’t even require suits at all anymore, but if they are required or are required on special occasions brown is still inappropriate most times. And that’s in an informal business setting. Wearing brown to a nice black tie event is even worse.

I don’t really care if someone wants to wear brown to an evening semi-formal or formal event. I don’t even care if some groom wants to wear one to his wedding. But I’d be really peeved if my fiance ignored my objections to wearing a casual brown dinner suit to my own wedding because she wanted me to match her bride’s maids.

::boggle I guess it depends on your work.

It was good enough for the President.

I can’t believe I invoked Reagan. I couldn’t stand that guy. :smack:

Oh well if Reagan did it! On the one hand I don’t mean to be so heavy handed about it but on the other hand I really do think it looks atrocious.

The thing is, a brown suit is too casual to wear for most businesses, especially finance or law. On the other side of things, a black suit is too formal to wear for most businesses. They’re just not even close to being appropriate! There’s an entire world of blue and gray in between them in formality.

Men’s formal wear should be midnight blue or black, unless you’re going with a white dinner jacket for summer or a tropical locale. If you were going to dress it down, which strikes me as crazy anyway, it should be navy or gray. If you want to go totally crazy then lavender or red or peach or raspberry makes sense. Brown seems as inappropriate as lavender but without the fun. Blegh. Just blegh.

Or a gray morning suit but that is wedding-only.

I guess I had a knee-jerk about brown because my father’s only suit for many years was a gorgeous brown verysubtlecheck which only came out on the formalest of occasions so I have a soft spot for it. You’re certainly spot on about more formal occupations; he had only clawed his way to middle management at IBM. :slight_smile:

IBM let him wear brown? They didn’t force him to wear The Uniform?

He was a technical editor, ahem, “Information Developer”, so wasn’t seen by the public like the salesmen. He wore a rather more spirited set of shirts and ties from the late 60s/early 70s throughout his career, into the 90s.

Good news! Get yer dickies here! They even have thermal and police dickies! I’ll take the large size dickie, please!:smiley:

Before the kid walked in I had a smoking hot sex scene all worked out between you two that involved the safari theme and some wicked role play involving you being threatened by a wild rhinoceros, but now with the kid in the room… well… it’s back to a beige life.

Kambuckta, is this your husband?

I have a mint green leisure suit, ca. 1977.
Would the fashion police arrest me for wearing it? :smiley:

FYI, in case you have been living under a rock, REally Fugly Xmas Sweaters are now uber cool.

Every other person that comes in to work is looking for a RFCS to wear for a party.

It is the kind of tackiness I can approve of because it is awful and fantastic all in one felled swoop!

Arrested? No. For that, they get to shoot on sight. :stuck_out_tongue:

aaack! I forbid you to show this to my mom.

I cannot ever imagine ever working for the Dickie store and telling my friends and strangers that I make Dickies for a living.

Can I get a price check on the extra-large dickie?!

runs screaming from the thread, finds a corner, drops to the fetal position, and starts rocking back and forth, hands over her ears