Old men approaching the age of ninety might take Albert Einstein's stance on aging by not wearing socks if they don't want to. Actually, approaching ninety means they don't have to do much of anything they don't want, with the possible exception of watching their water retention levels. Generally, sweatpants and house shoes are their wardrobe standard, even out in polite society. I can't see myself accepting this stance, however. At ninety I fully expect to be polishing my shoes and ironing my shirts and slacks, just as I've always done, and picking out a colorful silk tie to go with my suit and French cuffed shirt when appropriate. It isn't about being better than someone else; it's about taking some pride in yourself, how you look, and in showing respect to others by how you present yourself to them.
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