I prize comfort. And I know you do too.
Because who would prefer less comfort to more? And who would prefer less leisure to more?
But understand, this preference comes at a cost.
If I am trying to influence others in some way, how I dress can influence how I am perceived.
And these implications are not small.
I mean, to get to walk around like a Mafia don all day, you kind of have to work for it.
Or at least inherit it…
Understand: America gives you the chance, but you have to take it.
They have come to prize comfort and all day long walk around like Mafia dons, in bright-colored sweatsuits. At night they go to dinner in silky Hawaiian shirts decorated with fish or race cars or flowers. It’s as if they passed right from the short pants of their youth, to the uniforms of their young adulthood, to three-thousand-dollar, made-for-me-special-in-Hong-Kong suits, straight out to John Gotti at the Ravenite Club—the comfort-all-the-time look you get only with a truly tacky sweatsuit.
-Rich Cohen, Tough Jews
