The other night, I went over to a local club. As I got out of the car, I glanced down at myself and checked out my outfit. I was wearing khaki shorts, docksiders and a navy tee. I thought to myself, “do I look OK in this?” And I realized that I was born to wear this outfit.
I was dressed as an upper-middle class suburban. My parents struggled all their lives to let me wear those Docksiders. They worked long hours, gave up vacations and scrimped to pay for their education to get out of the city and live in a place where people wore khaki shorts.
I would never wear shorts. But I’ve worn docksiders exclusively for over 20 years. Only job interviews and my wedding got me out of them. You should see how tough my feet are these days.
Hell, we had 6 inches of snow today and I still wore them to work. No damn socks, either.
Another outsider. Khaki’s and docks never left. In the early 80s, it became popular for the proletariat to wear the outfit. They couldn’t pull it off, and moved on to leg warmers.
I’m not being sarcastic about the fact that khakis and topsiders have remained a constant staple among certain circles. The rest was intended to be humorous.
