Way back in the Stone Age, I worked my way through school by selling men’s suits in a department store. Until I landed that retail job, I was just another scruffy college student with a closet full of T-shirts and worn-out blue jeans. I didn’t understand the concept of dressed for success. Or that clothes make the man. Or, as ZZ Top so eloquently put it, “every girl’s crazy ‘bout a sharp dressed man.’’Then it was explained to me that in order to sell the store’s $200 (1980 dollars) tailored suits with the shiny gold buttons, I would have to
