I love it whenever I get the opportunity to wear a tux because I just look so damn awesome in it! I had one such opportunity last weekend.
Let me explain by first saying that, on a given Friday night, I am far from the best looking guy in the club. I'm 28 years old, 5'9". I have a somewhat dark complexion which Greeks and Italians will equally claim as a reflection of their selfsame heritage. I have brown hair and eyes and, after having been a resident for over a year, I carry around about 20 pounds more than I need to. And, I think it's precisely because I am neither your handsome stud nor your ugly slob in ordinary life that the tuxedo does so much for me. Put a tux on my buff, 19 year-old, 5'11" cousin with his carelessly tousled hair and winning smile and it almost detracts from his appearance. I'd almost rather see him in a sleeveless tank top and tight-fitting jeans. My 53 year-old uncle suffers from a similar failure of appearance enhancement secondary to tuxedo wearing, but for different reasons. My 53 year-old uncle weighs 270 pounds has 3 chins and what hair he does have left falls in thin, greasy threads on the sides of his head. Sadly, the penguin outfit does no more to disguise his slovenly appearance than the application of lipstick does to disguise a pig.
But for me, the tuxedo is utterly transformative. I have enough imperfections that I can benefit substantially from the outfit's shaping power, but the imperfections are not so severe as to make me a lost cause. I wish I could wear one every day :)
