When I picture the snappy dresser in my mind’s eye, he or she is wearing something smart, sophisticated, well-fitting, classic—in other words, something conservative. (Think Grace Kelly or Lord Peter Wimsey or any ensemble laid out by Jeeves: always fabulous.) In my opinion, the great dresser is never “trendy”; the great dresser is always elegant.
Well, I’m conservative—and I can’t dress. Oh, sure, I wear stuff. But I cannot pull together an outfit. The great dresser is always “put together.” It’s all there: The blended-but-not-matchy-matchy ensemble, the tasteful accoutrements, the hair, the makeup—and all perfectly appropriate to the activity in which the elegant dresser is engaged. I can spot the snappy dresser and appreciate the individual parts as well as the sum of those parts—and yet, I say again, I cannot pull together an outfit.
So it isn’t that conservatives are inherently good dressers. But are good dressers—not trendy dressers, mind you, but really great dressers—conservative in some sense?
Or perhaps I’m on the wrong track entirely. Perhaps “fashion sense” is the intelligence that Howard Gardner hasn’t invented yet—something you’re born with, like musicality. Though we unwashed masses can take piano lessons, we’re never going to be Liszt. Similarly, the rest of us can pick up a few tips from “What Not to Wear”—your lipstick color musn’t match your dress!—but we’re never going to be innately elegant like those who possess the fashion gene.
Thoughts? (I warned you this was frivolous. Nay, shamelessly frivolous. But honestly: Isn’t there more to life than the debt ceiling? At least until we default?)