Do you remember when you dressed to go out to a restaurant? No, I don't mean dressed up--as in wearing your Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes. I mean get dressed--as in put on some clothing. The other night the house hunk treated me at the local Italian food place. When we arrived, there was a sign with a long list of requirements to be met before you would be served.
Shoes. Shirt (with no offensive slogans printed on it.) No bathing suits. No underwear visible. No baggy pants.
Now it seems to me that most of that should be common sense, but then, what do I know? Clearly, the managers of this restaurant felt that it was necessary to post the sign. It was posted quite visibly in every entrance to the restaurant. And the font was large enough for me to read without my glasses. So what do you suppose this really means?
Perhaps, just perhaps, we've allowed the word casual to go to the extreme. It used to be that you didn't wear raggedy clothes unless you were doing a very dirty job or painting. Now they're considered dressed up enough to wear to awards shows. What is wrong with nice clothes?
I'm the first person to advocate comfort. The house hunk and I went out to an extremely flash restaurant for his sixtieth birthday. He wore a suit. I wore my dressiest outfit. Both of us were uncomfortable. We enjoyed the food, but not the experience and agreed that we would rather go to Outback Steakhouse if we could both wear a nice pair of jeans and a casual shirt.
However, there are lines to be drawn in what is appropriate when you walk out the door. I know an older woman who is very well endowed, though her endowment is sinking fast. She thinks nothing of going our in public without a bra. Uh, sweetheart? Put some clothes on. Begin with your underwear.
Wear shoes. If you're gonna wear sandals, clean your feet. Please.
Underwear is exactly that. Underwear. I can't tell you how disturbing I find it when men walk around with their underwear showing. No, it isn't sexy. Not on a sixteen-year-old. Not on a sixty-year-old. If you want to show a woman your underwear, rent a room.
Ladies... words nearly fail me when I see some of the clothing out there. One word. Mirror. Use it every time you go out the door. Check the back view as well as the front view. Remember that old saying? If it ain't for sale, don't advertise it. There's still some truth in it.
Am I the fashion police? Nope. I just figure that we need to be setting an example for the youngsters. They truly do mimic what they see their elders do--especially once they pass their teens. If they seem that Mom and Dad can be class acts even at their most casual, they'll imitate that too, when they're mature enough.
Then maybe restaurants won't have to post dress codes for adults.