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Let the Revolution Begin


When it comes to men's attire for New Years Eve 2009 parties on Upper East Side, there are two general schools of thought: 1) the jeans with a button down shirt tucked in, or 2) the khakis with a button down shirt tucked in. While the typical Young Professional traditionally opts for the former, I emphatically side with the latter.

The whole point of wearing jeans is to be casual. The whole point of wearing a button down shirt tucked in is to convey an air of formality. The two are mutually incompatible, and yet at some point someone told the Young Pro that it was acceptable and even encouraged to mix the two when dressing for casual day at the office, a big night out on the town, or a 2009 NYE party . In one sense, the dichotomy represents the plight of the recent college grad: he tries desperately to maintain that he is young and hip (the jeans) while also eager to demonstrate his maturity and professionalism (the tucked in button down). In another sense though, this appalling combo indicates when someone who was cool in college has now sold out hard.

This is where khakis enter the fray. Slightly dressier than jeans and less formal than a suit or grey/black slacks, the khakis offer the perfect antidote the Young Pro’s conundrum. Just wear khakis with your tucked in button down to the NYE party and your troubles are over. Sure, no one is going to confuse you for being trendy when you’re wearing khakis, but at least you won’t look exactly like all your Young Pro friends.

A man must live by a certain code. Without rules there would be chaos. When wearing your dungarees, only wear t-shirts, sweatshirts, button down shirts (preferably flannel) non-tucked in, or no shirt (when the situation calls for it). It should be that simple.