Seersucker, linen, oxford cloth, and brightly color chino season is here! You may be more familiar with its common name, “spring.” Perhaps this is true back on the East Coast or frat houses of the Southeast, but I can safely report it is not the case in Columbus, OH. That’s not to say Columbus doesn’t have its fair share of style and fashion houses. CCAD Fashion School, Limited Brands, Homage, and A&F all call the Columbus-area home, but such a decidedly preppy move as “Go to Hell” (GTH) pants is absent.
I’m not an Ohioan and one recent Saturday when the temperature said spring, I donned my faded kelly green chinos for dinner with friends. This is nothing unusual for me but for some unknown reason, it felt different this season. Thinking back, I used to wear GTH pants with reckless abandon in college and the first years of my professional career. The trend has since slowed. I can remember a crisp fall night in college meeting some friends at the movies wearing tan corduroys embroidered with chocolate labs. I loved those pants. They recently made their way into the donate pile because I haven’t worn them in two years. I wouldn’t be so bold as to call it maturity but there has been this creeping hesitation. The unbridled confidence of a junior in college with a boundless future has been replaced by the crippling self-consciousness of a man approaching 30. Have I run out of people to tell “GTH” or have I simply lost the desire to tell them?
Despite my trepidation, Jess and I proceeded to dinner. We were meeting two friends who were at the bar waiting for us. I was braced for the snide comment about my pants that would have made me smile in college but instead the first comment was, “Jesus, Zach, a tie? And a blazer?” I immediately forgot about the shade of my pants and enjoyed dinner. I did make secret resolution to wear a jacket and tie more often though. Perhaps I haven’t lost the GTH attitude after all?