You're right about the subjective nature of fashion but it's kind of natural to feel our tastes are superior despite this. While you obviously shouldn't be a pompous dick about it (as you mention), I don't see anything wrong with feeling your aesthetic preferences are better than others'. I think menswear is dumb, even if there is nothing inherently 'dumb' about it. This doesn't mean I find people that like menswear dumb or think less of them for liking it (though I might find those that prescribe to it a bit more unsavory in general). I don't disagree with you're main point but I think you chose the wrong post to call someone out for it. lemmywinks even says "in my opinion," which is implied in all writing and is unnecessary in my opinion. He recognizes that it's his view and doesn't insult anyone, just criticizes the look.
Also, I hate the use of "slutty," "dark," "baller," "clean" and have never heard anyone describe an outfit as "romantic" (with the exception of maybe an Ann collection, but not a fit) and definitely never "outré" lol.
It's my mistake that I wasn't more clear: my post wasn't intended to "call out" lemmywinks; his remark just seemed to recall elements of this forum's oft-repeated, off-the-cuff dismissals of an entire aesthetic, without necessarily being explicit about it. Of course, that might not have been his intent, just as it wasn't my intent to call him out. In any case, I read that post and thought it would be worthwhile to explain something that has bothered me for a long time whenever SF gets to talking about #menswear stuff.
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As far as "feeling one's aesthetics preferences are better than others,'" that's an inevitable consequence of taste. I'm not trying to eliminate a natural human response; that's a pointless and thoughtless project. But, as you yourself have said, we shouldn't be dicks about it. That's all really. I said that "the air of superiority" is what bothers me. I can't police another person's head, or my own for that matter. But speaking what's in one's head without a filter because one believes his/her taste is inherently valuable (they're not; they're just as contingent on the calendar year as they are contingent on where you live) bespeaks a particularly disturbing level of narcissism, and reasonably speaking no one is going to put up with that. I hope that clears my original post up a bit more.