Although there is no formal dress code at the school where I teach, staff members are allowed to make a $1 charitable contribution on Fridays in order to wear jeans.
Having no explicit dress code, I’m fairly certain that if I wanted to wear jeans every day, I could, but I’m not ready to rock that boat. I’m not so attached to jeans (at least not yet) that I feel the need to wear them every day.
That may change someday, but so far, I’m happy to give my dollar and wear jeans on the day that has been assigned.
But if we were to look at this issue objectively, reasonably, and absent the stupidity of conformity or tradition, you have to ask:
What exactly makes my jeans any different from the khaki pants, corduroys, or dress slacks that I wear on any other day?
Is it the denim? Is the material designed by Levi Strauss many years ago so clearly unprofessional in its blueness or elasticity or durability that it can’t be worn in a professional setting without the offer of a charitable payment? Is denim so uncouth or unkempt that employees wearing jeans are incapable of appearing professional to potential customers and clients?
Or is it the fact that those long haired, rock-and-roll types are wearing jeans as they shake their hips onstage and play their electric guitars, and as a result, the wearing of jeans automatically confers the sense moral degradation and societal breakdown?
That may have been true in the 1960’s when old people were stupid, but I don’t think this perception applies today.
Is it perhaps the rivets? The stone-washed texture? The way that denim encapsulates a person’s ass or thighs?
Or is it simply because James Dean popularized jeans in the movie Rebel Without a Cause, and as a result, wearing jeans became a symbol of youth rebellion during the 1950s, and that reputation has remained in place ever since?
I think it’s probably that, because objectively, there is little difference between the jeans and the and the khaki pants or corduroy slacks that I wear. In fact, there’s nothing objectively different between denim and any other fabric.
I suspect that the only thing keeping people from wearing jeans every day at the workplace are the old people in charge who are stuck on tradition and conformity and unwilling to examine their world through an objective, logical, and clear lens.
These are the rules followers. The lemmings. The cowards who would rather perpetuate some misinformed, illogical, nonsensical stereotype about a fabric and the people who choose to wear it rather than standing for what is right and logical and sensible.
I suddenly find myself wanting to wear jeans every day of my life.
