True. For those NASA dudes the real risk was getting their tie tangled in their slide rule’s cursor. Those guys could really fly on a slip-stick.
When I was a kid the next door neighbor Dad was an engineer on the Apollo capsule. He hated it when that happened. 
For years, it was architects who were stereotyped as bow tie wearers, supposedly because long neckties get in the way when you’re leaning over a drawing board.
nevermind
Oh, and remember, next Friday is Hawaiian shirt day. So, you know…if you want to…go ahead and wear a Hawaiian shirt and jeans.
As a consultant we were always taught to dress a step above our clients. That was back when we used to actually travel to clients 4 days a week.
Then again, I recall one client in my early years at an insurance company in Hartford telling all of us to “fit in” so people wouldn’t think we were a bunch of New York consultants there to make them interview for their jobs or something. Like “fit in” how? We are the only people in the building wearing suits with roller suitcases and contractor badges. Who else would people think we are? Suit models?
I have gone to traffic court wearing Dockers, dress shirt and tie - no coat. People outside start asking me to defend them.
How many cases did you win?
All of mine 
I went to traffic court (as a witness) dressed in khaki pants and buttoned shirt and was the best dressed person in the seats by at least a tier. I would have thought maybe a defendant would seek better favor by not wearing their pajamas, but I’m apparently old fashioned like that.
There are several stores in LA that offer all the colors you want, online or brick and mortar
It’s far more complicated for women, of course.
I only dress up for church – many of the older ladies in particular wear a nicer sweater, a skirt instead of pants, etc. I’ve always dressed up for church, it makes me feel like it is a special day and it is a sign of respect. I’ve rarely worked at a job that wasn’t dirty, so my ideas of businesswear are real patchy.
When I was forced to go to church, I wanted to dress as comfortably as possible. I was always so bored.
Of course, when I was quite small, my mom dressed my sisters and me in scratchy dress with scratchy crinolines, uncomfortable patent leather maryjanes, and itchy hats. Those years heightened the uncomfortability!
As soon as I could get out of it, I stopped going. Yay.