A short note on dress codes

I would like to point out to all those dress code militants on doors of clubs and bars these days that a collared shirt is not a comprehensive vetting procedure for douchebags.

Sure, you don’t want to see the wife-beater some guy wore to work and the mis-matched thongs he found in the backseat strutting around a club that an proprietor has put a lot of time and money into, but really jeans and a tshirt not allowed?

As a lady who truly does love and appreciate The Party, I understand you want well-dressed people in your club, it adds to the sense of occasion. But there really needs to be some other criteria outside imposing practically a penguin suit on our lads.

I would propose the other criteria goes along the lines of this: “Are you wearing a collared shirt, Sir? – No, okay then. Well are you a complete douchebag? No? Come right on through, Sir.”

And if the response to the later criteria is anything along the lines of “(expletive) you!” or “Get a cop up ya!” or “Don’t you know who I am? I’m a law-yer!” then clearly the potential patron is not suited for the venue.

Because as a girl who spends a lot on shoes and likes to wear high high heels, I would much prefer Mr Jeans and Tshirt who wants to buy me a nice drink to Mr Collared Shirt and Ridiculously Pointy Crocodile Skin Shoes who wants to grab my ass.

So bar, club and pub proprietor, please listen when I saw – a collared shirt will not keep the douchebags out of your club.