"This is not complicated. For men, sartorial good taste can be reduced to one rule: If Fred Astaire would not have worn it, don't wear it. For women, substitute Grace Kelly."
Well, dang. So I guess the next time I go out to pick up some Chinese food, I guess I better peek in my closet and ask myself, "WWFAW?" And the answer is obvious: I must put on my tuxedo, tie my bow tie (only posers wear clip-ons!) and shine up my shoes before I set foot outside the house.
And then, of course, when I get back home with my fried rice and my beef & snow peas, I better take off the tuxedo so it doesn't get dirty while I eat! And THEN AND ONLY THEN may I put on my jeans, I guess.
Y'know, I can't help picturing two guys walking down the street after a rainy day, one wearing jeans, the other wearing a suit. A car drives through a puddle, splashing them both. The man in jeans says, "Dammit. Welp, guess I better hang these up to dry when I get home and then toss 'em in the laundry." The man in the suit says, "AAAAGHH!!! This suit cost $500! It's RUINED! Get me to a dry cleaner NOW!!!"