I weep for the future. Behold: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_8clu...layer_embedded So do we surrender to the sweats-wearing masses on the deck of the SS Chubstain or retreat to the mountains with our Filson outerwear to fight on? On the other hand, perhaps this means we've achieved critical mass. First flip-flops in the White House and now this. Perhaps the pendulum will swing back the other way and by 2015 we'll once again be wearing dinner jackets to, well, dinner.