I’m sorry, but you can’t wear shorts in the office. Just can’t do it. Sure, the temperature outside might still be shooting through the roof, and the A.C. might be on the blink, but you can’t come to work looking like you’re off to a cookout. Can’t come to work looking as though you beg for change in your lunch break, moonlight as a courier, or play Padel on Zoom calls.
In London I edited GQ for 20 years, and I took a very dim view of the men who decided that it…

