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it was a baseline, a standard: if you were in the frat, or even just rushing—if you were to even cross the house's threshold without being stopped—you had to look the part, and this was the bare minimum. khakis. a tucked-in button-down. a belt. leather shoes. a haircut and a clean shave.
the brothers of sigma nu groaned and complained they looked like dorky, old-fashioned clones, but the frat's president had seen enough t-shirts and basketball shorts. enough sneakers and slides. enough mop tops and mullets and fades. it was time for tradition, a classic style, the masculinity that real brotherhood can foster with proper encouragement, structure, and discipline.
they'd be new men by the fall.
first thing people notice about you is how you dress bro. make the right impression.
you could have this too bro. throw on a tie and join up.
you don't need a reason to dress like you care, dude.
bro, you really wanna wear jeans and a t-shirt every day? c'mon dude, level up.