Thing that make you go "Hmmmm...."

[GTRS Fiero]

[Slyp]

And your point being?

[GTRS Fiero]

Who would wear those outfits?

[Slyp]

In some countries that outfit may be the same as a Tux.  Who are we to judge.

[GTRS Fiero]

Sure.  I made no judgment; merely a question.

Najib is the disgraced former PM of Malaysia.  This picture was sent to me by someone from Malaysia, who thought it ridiculous.  The old/new PM of Malaysia also thought it ridiculous.  As the leader of a country, the world does judge what he wears.

There are shirts I own, but do not wear in the US.  For example, I own a Cardinals shirt, because I like the picture; however, I know nothing about the Cardinals or baseball.  Rather than have someone judge that I'm a cardinals fan, or have anyone ask me about baseball, I only wear the shirts when overseas.

I have been in many countries--including Malaysia--and worn their traditional garb while there; I have lived as they live--which is why I avoid kilt-land.  I am not disparaging their attire.  If our president showed up in such an outfit, I'd laugh.

With that out of the way, would you wear such an outfit?

[Slyp]

If I was in the country and that attire was what you wear I would

[GTRS Fiero]

I'm not that limber, but never pictured myself in stripes.

One place I went, they could never get the pants quite right.  The outfit was all black.  Everyone was wearing black, with gold trim, but the pants just weren't right.  The legs were about a foot too short, and were designed for someone with bird legs.  The pants I brought with me were tan dockers and blue jeans.  They told me the (tan) dockers slacks wojld have to do.  So, I visited the mens' room, then got a wherlchair and a cloth to cover my legs.  They wheeled me in.  No matter what happened, I didn't stand.  I didn't stand to greet anyone.  I didn't stand for introductions, or for a presentation.  I gave my speech sitting down.  We completed negotiations.  My counterpart kept needling me--particularly as he fancied my female associate.  As my associate was wheeling me out, my counterpart made some sleazy comment to her about my being a cripple.  I told him that, if I could find my pants, I'd get up and kick his butt.  The guy about choked.  As I was wheeled away, my associate stated that we'd head back to the room to get the pants.  I'd have given good money to have seen the look on his face.