Enough Ciabattoni and Bermuda alla Scala, but also stop the EU parliamentarians in a shirt. Each place must be respected with the dress code it requires.
I remember that years ago, when I was a young chronicler in the newspaper, in a hot summer like this, a colleague, my peer, presented himself in the editorial staff with Bermuda and a bathing shirt. Our leaders of the time referred him home to change. The scene repeated a few weeks ago, before the last episode of the season outside the choir: a young colleague showed up in the editorial office with the same look. But me (his boss) I did not postpone him home. I tapped it, I reminded him of the previous newspaper, but I had no heart to make him change clothing. I made a mistake: the then young colleague in fact learned, even from that lesson, to respect the workplace and also for this reason it became a serious and esteemed professional. The young colleague outside the choir, however, will perhaps never become it.
They call it dress code, clothing code, and perhaps we should learn everyone to respect it more. In recent days, the news of his restoration at the Milan scale has made a clamor: no more slippers and tank tops to enter the temple of the lyric. And to read the articles of newspaper amazed the first question I asked is: but really so far could you enter the scale in slippers and tank top? Well yes: to “attract young people” (as they said) the doors had also been open to spectators in short and Birkenstock. This was decided by the former superintendent Dominique Meyer. Even if it was discovered that, more than young people, foreign tourists, those of the tour of the uncovered bus, cathedral, gallery and concert at the scale, all inclusive, took advantage of the wide shirts. Now, with the new superintendent, the counter -order: it is remembered to those who enter the theater, that the scale is not the beach of Coccia di Dead and not even the Papeete Beach Club. No slippers, no tank tops. Dear tourists, make it a reason. We must change clothing to attend a opera (as well as, remember it, also to enter the Cathedral …).
The talking cricket holding this column, you know, is far from a style teacher. With elegance I have the same relationship that I normally have with nuclear astrophysics: mutual distrust. Several times I have been reproached to be on air with the crooked tie, the open jacket, the shirt that rough. I’m not a figurine. I don’t like to make a penguin. The few times in my life that I wore a tuxedo I felt uncomfortable as a brown bear in a boutique in via Montenapoleone. But from an early age I learned the cardinal principles of respect. And I therefore find it very unpleasant that, for example, an Europarlamentary presents itself at the seat with a umbrella outfit (true Ilaria Salis?). Or that a MEP presents himself at the first meeting of the Parliament of Strasbourg with a beach shirt instead of the traditional shirt (true Mimmo Lucano?). Because it means lack of respect for institutions. And, consequently, to citizens.
The Covid season, the mix between smart work and work in presence, the progressive abolition of the obligation to tie in the office, have greatly decreased the clothing codes, once very rigid. It is told of large companies where the aspiring newborn was asked to remove the jacket during the interview: if they accepted, they were rejected because “during an interview the jacket does not take away even if the other person allows you”. And it is told of other large companies where the managers were sent home because under the gray dress of ordinance they had brown shoes, rather than black as practices. Exaggerations? Perhaps. But is it possible that today you go to the office in Bermuda and tank top, like my young envoy, without anyone respecting you at home? On the other hand, I am convinced that the same young envoy if instead of the editorial office, he had gone to the disco at the Dress Code would have been very attentive, otherwise they would not have made him enter …
So why does the dress code, which applies to the disco, not to apply to the office? Or in church, where everyone now enters with uncovered and flip flops? On the other hand, the dress code most of the time benefits not only to the place (which is respected), but also to the person (who respects him). Do you know the improbable Nike outfits worn by Jannik Sinner in Rome and Paris? Well: wasn’t it better to see it Total White, how does the dress code in Wimbledon imposes? Believe me: follow some rules in clothing benefits everyone. To the point that I ask myself: why only in clothing? Why don’t you impose some more ban on tattoos? But have you seen them how do you present certain singers or certain players in our homes? Shouldn’t there be a limit? Isn’t it violence towards oneself, but also towards others, deface the body with similar horrors? I would like to ask my young correspondent who in addition to the short braghette also showed too many tattoos. But I’m afraid he won’t work for me anymore.
