Dear Casper and Bill,
My husband is a wonderful and loving man. He washes the dishes, picks the kids up from school and takes the garbage out every Sunday. The only problem is, he has the fashion sense of a blind man. Acid-washed jeans and white high tops haven't been in since – well, were they ever? It's hardly appropriate attire for visiting a local restaurant. And how many T-shirts with visible holes in the armpits does one man need? There are times that I'm literally embarrassed to be seen in public with him. How do I gently nudge him toward a style makeover without insulting his man ego?
Dear Blanche and Stanley
Remember these two famous characters from the great Tennessee Williams movie “A Streetcar Named Desire?” They were played by Vivian Leigh and Marlon Brando. Brando turned the world over on its heals by wearing nothing but torn up T-shirts and moth-ridden jeans and always had a beer and a mean and tough attitude.
The women all swooned and breathed very heavily (some men too, we understand) every time Stanley moved, showing off his tight pectoral chest and his “wow” swagger. Nobody really cared what he wore, and poor Blanche was insanely passionate about him, especially his torn tee shirts and ripped jeans. Don't you hear the heavy breathing and sighs from the restaurant patrons when he makes his appearance at the door? We certainly did.
Okay, okay, we're only kidding. You must contact us ASAP and we will handle everything for you. Have him meet us. We will tear off his hot T-shirt and his ripped jeans and take him to our favorite men's store to fully re-style him up to your standards.
We too, many years ago, looked just like him and now we're known as the fashion plates of Concord . . . but we'll not show you our T-shirts!
