I wear a suit to work (usually a three-piece) just about every day. I also wear a fedora every day. Being a relatively big man (6' 6" and 350 lbs), I can pretty much wear anything I want and not receive negative comments (well, at least made to my face ).
I work in a state mental intuition and am surrounded by "professionals" on one side and patients on the other. The difference in the two groups of individuals (and their responses to my mode of dress) is interesting.
The "professionals" (psychiatrists, psychologists, etc.) tend to be some of the most sloppy dressers known to mankind. Blue jeans, t-shirts, etc is the normal mode of dress for a disproportionate number of these folks. From some of the more "goofy" bunch of professionals, I often will hear comments like "are you preaching today?" or "who died?". When I respond back, "it could be you", they will immediately shut-up and scurry away to some safe place (those types just can't take a joke, you know.
From the patients, however, I almost always receive comments like "are you my doctor" or "are you the Hospital Director" or "can you help me". In every encounter, even with the sickest of patients, almost without exception, they equate good dressing with respect, authority, and power.
Interesting, isn't it.
I work in a state mental intuition and am surrounded by "professionals" on one side and patients on the other. The difference in the two groups of individuals (and their responses to my mode of dress) is interesting.
The "professionals" (psychiatrists, psychologists, etc.) tend to be some of the most sloppy dressers known to mankind. Blue jeans, t-shirts, etc is the normal mode of dress for a disproportionate number of these folks. From some of the more "goofy" bunch of professionals, I often will hear comments like "are you preaching today?" or "who died?". When I respond back, "it could be you", they will immediately shut-up and scurry away to some safe place (those types just can't take a joke, you know.
From the patients, however, I almost always receive comments like "are you my doctor" or "are you the Hospital Director" or "can you help me". In every encounter, even with the sickest of patients, almost without exception, they equate good dressing with respect, authority, and power.
Interesting, isn't it.