None of our elected representatives is voted into office on the basis of sartorial elegance, although that would be as good a reason as any, and better than most; but it seems to our Dept. of Snide Remarks that our esteemed MLAs are as much in need of wardrobe counseling as media training.
Of particular note was the purple explosion recently adorning the shirt front of Health Minister Kevin Falcon. He would never have gotten away with it in the reign of Bennett Senior. W.A.C. would have banished him from caucus until he returned with more suitable neckwear.
We are reminded of an exchange in "I Don't Think I'll Fall in Love Today," a duet by the Gershwins:
"Did you choose that cravat?"
"I did that."
"Ouch! Here's your hat."
True, politicians never have been noted for their fashion statements, most choosing to be conservative even when Liberal, turning up in outfits which would be considered sombre even by morticians. There have been exceptions: Pierre Trudeau showed an Astaire-like flair for innovation, and we have it on good authority that Jack Layton is "a snappy dresser."
Possibly the solution for our gang in Victoria is to have a selection of acceptable neckties at the entrance to the Parliament buildings, as they have at exclusive gentlemen's clubs. "Ah, Minister Falcon--why not try this regimental stripe? And you might also avoid the Larry King suspenders."
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