Choices sartorial and tonsorial, circa 2009
Posted by: Wade in generation X, generation Y, innovation and the 21st centuryHistorical moment #1: The Navy?
Now that the NFL season is over, I find myself watching less television again.
About the only thing I watch with anything approaching regularity right now are re-runs of NCIS. As has often been the case, I find myself discovering TV shows only long after their debut, after they’ve went into syndication. I have no idea whether new episodes of the show are being released, or even what network the show originally was/is on. Nor do I much care. I expect I’ll watch NCIS for a couple more months and start getting bored with it and stop.
But for now, I like the show. I’m not sure why, but I think it’s probably because has fairly interesting characters and I’m a sucker for “smart ass remarks and by play” done well. My favorite character, by far, is the goth-ish Abby Sciuto, played perfectly by Pauley Perrette, a young forensic scientist that combines various sensibilities of Gen Y (brilliant nerd, Goth) with the inner-joy sense of humor of Mr. Miyagi, all while working in, of all places, an arm of the Department of the Navy.
Not the place a Boomer like me expects seeing a professional working in a dog collar, multiple tattoos, and black lipstick. But it works.
And watch the Abby character for a couple episodes and you start to realize that, contrary to the myths about “looking professional” that we Boomers were taught when her age, conforming appearance no longer matters the way it once did (Abby’s age, that is, not Perrette’s. The actress is actually Gen X, 39, not Gen Y.) I have no doubt that a real world Abby would be as successful as a fictional one. This is a woman with both top-of-the-line skills in her field and a personality both her ex-Marine-gunnery-sergeant superior and her politician bosses love.
Moment two: Wade getting an earring?
I’ve been thinking again about getting my ear pierced. For some bizarre reason, I like the idea of dangling a jewel from one ear.
It’s probably just part of that never-ending mid-life crisis thing. But I’ve been playing with a variety of ideas for presenting a different appearance when I return to the classroom. Partly because I think it would be a valuable way to reinforce that the returning Wade is a far different Wade from the one who left, but doubtless mostly vanity and a desire to reward myself for all the weight I’m going to lose between now and then (down 15.5 pounds since the first of the year, aiming for -55+ by August ). But whatever the reason, I’ve been considering more flash in the personal appearance. Longer hair again — so far, its just grown long and shaggy, but been toying with returning to the braided ponytail, or maybe a wave and coloring in silver and/or auburn.
And an earring.
Okay, so maybe my personal plan is a bit whacked.
But put that aside, and lets get back to that earring. Because as I was thinking about that earring the other day, I learned something very interesting.
My thinking about the earring got me to Google. You see, I hate to admit it, because I’m sure some are going to misinterpret this, but the biggest reason I’ve never had my ear pierced before this is my fear that I’d do the wrong ear and everyone would think me gay.
No, I don’t have a problem with people being homosexual. Frankly, I don’t care what people do sexually as long as all participants are doing so voluntarily and beyond the age of consent. And, contrary to many of my fellow evangelicals, I simply can’t see God being as obsessive as we are about what who and what we do with our dangly bits. However, given that I’m a flaming hetero (and no I’m not into Goths, ahem; Abby’s coolest parts are her cheerful attitude and her mind, not her bizarre fashion sense), I’d prefer not to have to deal with any more of a certain kind of discomfiting moment. (Such as the time in college when I was approached on a dark Malta beach, or, worse, the surreal Christmas when my mother was asked by a relative whether I was gay and I was asked, by a different relative, over lutefisk and Norwegian meatballs, what it was like to be gay).
So, anyway, I’m farther along this “getting an earring” thing than I’ve been before, and so I went online and googled “which ear signals ‘gay’?” And I discovered that the question is now at most a matter of historical trivia. Virtually every response was a variation on “a pierced ear means a pierced ear, nothing more.” Something on the order of 98% of all comments on three different web sites followed this theme — even though the first site answered my question, I found myself curious about the cultural dynamic and checked a couple more. My favorite was the person who typed “OMG that is so 1982. I haven’t heard such a thing in 20 years.” Over a year ago.
I was sitting at my desk, alone, but I imagine I still had a really sheepish look on my face. Duh. And me the guy whose always going on about the Gen Y mindset, and it not just being held by Gen Yers, too. Oops.
And the point?
Why have I recited these two little historical moments? (After all, I’m sure most Iterations readers by now have figured out that Wade can be a total whack job Wade from time to time.)
The point: those of us from generations where “how you dressed” was of critical importance to professional success need to realize something has happened in the last couple of decades. Something more than our reaching the travails of middle age and a bunch of immature kids abusing their bodies with tattoos and piercings and screwing up their future job prospects.
It isn’t that Gen Yers and those who have adopted their mindset aren’t concerned with fashion. Of course they are, or so many of them wouldn’t be tattooing and piercing. (It ain’t all “being me,” any more than black t-shirts for the starving artists of the 90s were all “following the muse.”) It’s that the world Gen Y has been busy transforming no longer demands excessorizing on conformity.
Success in today’s world? It’s all about creativity, not about conformity. And Gen Y, and their imitators, have learned that creative is a lot more fun than climbing ladders. That work that demands conformity as well as performance isn’t work worth doing.
Look, I’m not that naive about the suits of the world.
Really.
I have no doubt that someone making Abby’s clothing and body art choices will have trouble were she to seek a management trainee position with, say, a bank, or a Detroit automaker, or many of the Fortune 100. Or if she sought a visible position in the campaign of a candidate for the U.S. Senate. Or if she lived in one of the parts of the USA that time seems to have forgotten, such as the rural Winneshiek County, Iowa, where I make my home. For people interested in professional careers in those sorts of places — well, I’d advise the men to keep the hair short, the women to keep the earrings simple and small, and everyone to limit piercings and tats to those that can be kept hidden beneath a boring and conservative “business attire.”
Yes, many of the suits who make hiring decisions are still Boomers or Gen Xers who still retain residue of their upbringing by Boomers. Though the Gen Y mindset is held by a lot more people than just those born between 1978 and 1994, and more of them every day, lots of Boomers and Xers have yet to make the move.
But on the other hand, which companies and geographic areas are the ones that were having problems with the 21st century economy well before the recent troubles became a national obsession?
Banks.
Ford, Chevy, and the people who drive their trucks through corn fields.
I doubt it’s a coincidence that the places most out of touch with 21st century economic realities are also the places least receptive to the nonconforming appearance choices of Gen Y. The companies and regions that — surprise, surprise — most Gen Y and Gen Y-mindset types — have little interest in being a part of.
And yes, I also know that letting my hair grow, pulling it back into a tail or a braid, adding a dangling jewel to my ear — these things aren’t going to make me young. And they certainly aren’t going to make me “cool.”
Short of finding some way to replace my DNA with, say, Nicholas Cage’s, cool isn’t a possibility. I learned in high school that even the coolest leisure suit and platform heels weren’t going to be enough to make me cool, that I’m one of those people for whom fashion ain’t going to make me look like what I’m not. And Gen Y has far better bullshit detectors than my high school classmates did.
No, I’m not contemplating a remake of my appearance because I think it’ll impress my future students. The best I can hope for in that regard is a sort of amused tolerance, chuckling in their dorms about the “fat old guy in econ who’s probably going to be submitting Viagra claims to Medicare soon, too.”
No, if I have a reason other than silly vanity for the contemplated changes, it’s that I think these changes will make it easier for me to adjust my mindset to meet the needs of Gen Y and the 21st century. Provide physical reminders to me that the world has changed and I need to change.
That if I ever unpack the box, somewhere in my garage, that holds my one-time often-thumbed copy of Dress for Success, I remember that its only value it might have now is as some future historian’s primary source.
Or as an answer in the next edition of Trivial Pursuit.


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