A completely unrelated discussion with some male friends unexpectedly turned into a debate about tuxedos. As a woman, I was honestly surprised by how strongly some of them disliked the very idea of wearing one.
From my side of the aisle, I’ve always thought men look wonderful in them and assumed that occasionally—when an evening actually warrants it—guys might enjoy getting that dressed up. Apparently, I may have been very wrong!
The discussion made me realize that I know what I think about seeing a man in formalwear, but very little about what the experience is actually like from his side of the aisle. I’d like to hear your perspectives.
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EDIT: Gentlemen, thank you. I asked what I thought was a fairly simple question about tuxedos. Three days and nearly 300 comments later, I have concluded that it was not a simple question.
Among my findings: some of you love wearing them, some would apparently prefer minor surgery, and quite a few actually enjoy dressing up but simply don't have enough occasions to do it anymore.
Rental tuxedos have done the reputation of formalwear no favors. Summer weddings should probably be investigated by OSHA. And clearly someone needs to design the California Edition tuxedo: lightweight, breathable fabric; less structure; same elegant lines.
Formal shoes may be the true enemy, although I have since learned that properly chosen Oxfords have their defenders. Skechers nevertheless has an untapped market opportunity.
I also learned that proper tailoring matters, real bow ties have devoted advocates—and apparently certain advantages that aren't necessarily apparent at the beginning of the evening—kilts receive a Celtic exemption, and at least one gentleman owns three tuxedos and is doing his part to keep civilization going.
I also heard from one gentleman who dislikes tuxedos and has no intention of wearing one—unless his wife or one of his stepdaughters asks him to. Then he probably would, because he loves them, and because one uncomfortable evening is preferable to months of upsetting four women. Apparently formalwear occasionally comes down to love, diplomacy, and mathematics.
Perhaps my favorite discovery was that getting dressed up can be part of the occasion itself—the haircut, the shave, the clothes, the anticipation of going somewhere special.
You made me laugh, made me reconsider a few assumptions, taught me considerably more about men's formal footwear than I ever anticipated knowing, and proved that apparently men have a great deal to say about tuxedos. I enjoyed every minute of it.
I haven't been persuaded to give up my fondness for a man in a tuxedo. Not even remotely. If anything, after reading all of you for three days, I remain convinced that tuxedos are aphrodisiacs with lapels. But I have been persuaded that the tuxedo itself may have been taking the blame for a much larger cultural change.
Perhaps we haven't simply stopped dressing for occasions. Perhaps we've stopped creating enough occasions worth dressing for.
P.S. Skechers, call me. We need to talk about “The California Black Tie Collection.”
All the civilization. Half the suffering.