Post by: GTRS Fiero on May 18, 2018, 10:07:56 pm
Post by: Slyp on May 19, 2018, 10:39:05 am
Post by: GTRS Fiero on May 19, 2018, 10:46:47 am
Post by: Slyp on May 19, 2018, 10:57:28 am
Post by: GTRS Fiero on May 19, 2018, 11:16:38 am
Najib is the disgraced former PM of Malaysia. This picture was sent to me by someone from Malaysia, who thought it ridiculous. The old/new PM of Malaysia also thought it ridiculous. As the leader of a country, the world does judge what he wears.
There are shirts I own, but do not wear in the US. For example, I own a Cardinals shirt, because I like the picture; however, I know nothing about the Cardinals or baseball. Rather than have someone judge that I'm a cardinals fan, or have anyone ask me about baseball, I only wear the shirts when overseas.
I have been in many countries--including Malaysia--and worn their traditional garb while there; I have lived as they live--which is why I avoid kilt-land. I am not disparaging their attire. If our president showed up in such an outfit, I'd laugh.
With that out of the way, would you wear such an outfit?
Post by: Slyp on May 19, 2018, 08:06:35 pm
Post by: GTRS Fiero on May 19, 2018, 08:31:22 pm
One place I went, they could never get the pants quite right. The outfit was all black. Everyone was wearing black, with gold trim, but the pants just weren't right. The legs were about a foot too short, and were designed for someone with bird legs. The pants I brought with me were tan dockers and blue jeans. They told me the (tan) dockers slacks wojld have to do. So, I visited the mens' room, then got a wherlchair and a cloth to cover my legs. They wheeled me in. No matter what happened, I didn't stand. I didn't stand to greet anyone. I didn't stand for introductions, or for a presentation. I gave my speech sitting down. We completed negotiations. My counterpart kept needling me--particularly as he fancied my female associate. As my associate was wheeling me out, my counterpart made some sleazy comment to her about my being a cripple. I told him that, if I could find my pants, I'd get up and kick his butt. The guy about choked. As I was wheeled away, my associate stated that we'd head back to the room to get the pants. I'd have given good money to have seen the look on his face.