American journalist Joshua Chaffin wrote a sentimental article in the Weekend Financial Times, in many folk’s eyes, the world’s best newspaper.
Specifically, Joshua reminisced about what he missed about London after a two year absence.
It was an enjoyable article touching on British libertarian quirkiness, for example; “I miss my wife coming home wobbly and giggling from drinks with the other mums and not agonised and anxious,” this so contrary to the underlying American puritanism.
That said, one line caught my attention, namely, “I miss the horrid suits worn by your estate agents under the mistaken assumption that they confer some sense of trustworthiness”.
That remark illustrated why so many otherwise competent journalists are often out of touch with life beyond their relatively low salaried world.
Back in the inflationary 1980s with soaring interest rates, at peak reaching 24% for home mortgages, repeatedly we’d read a heading, “Home Owners Punished by new interest rate surge”.
In fact back then, home-owners were mostly unaffected, 70% being mortgage-free and the journalists were reading the scene from their personal perspective and ascribing these to the wider world.
So too with Joshua’s dumb remarks about real estate agents in suits.
Like it or not, a smartly dressed agent brings comfort to someone making a major financial decision. It doesn’t stop there.
If you have a legal issue, a relatively rare event for most folk, would you be more comfortable consulting a lawyer in a suit or jeans and a T-shirt, so too if visiting a doctor?
There’s another factor here that gets me. While it’s tough on the pocket being a woman with the rich array of clothing options, the plus side is the fun of such variety.
Contrast that with men in suits which despite different shades and minor style differences, are basically a uniform.
But the one opportunity available for some colour and flair lies with the necktie. I have about 300 and enjoy choosing which to wear when I go to the office.
Then in came fickle fashion targeting the feeble-minded and suddenly wearing suits without ties was voguish. The result; an even drabber uniformity.
When I see a bloke in a suit without a tie he might as well carry a sign on his back certifying as to his weakmindedness and lack of spirit and individuality.
So too with wearing a dark suit and brown shoes; simply bad taste, targeting the lower orders; male shop assistants, schoolteachers, journalists et al.
When I see these losers my heart goes out to young women and the lengthy queues outside the lesbian enrolment centres quickly become explicable.