But complaining about the genre’s limitations is like pleading with your pal Rob to stop wearing his signature tuxedo T-shirt: you’re definitely right, but it probably won’t help. Save for the “doctor is ready now”, do any four words inspire more trepidation-and less excitement-than “cocktail attire for men”? (We’re exaggerating, but only a little.) At some point over the last decade or so, dress codes and the guidelines that informed them started to feel like a framework of the past.
