If you’ve not yet sold your soul to an office, maybe you’re unfamiliar with the term “Denim Days.” It’s a conciliatory concept intended to placate office workers by making them think their job is a place they can feel comfortable. The “fun rule” tends to go into effect on Summer Fridays or when holidays are approaching and “allowing” you to wear jeans is the closest management gets to having a conscience.
The insulting nature of the concept is enough to make you never want to wear jeans again. Like seriously? I need someone’s fucking permission to wear denim? No. Last time I checked, this wasn’t a “special work camp.” But then again, the office life is rife with subtle gulag tendencies it tries to mask with handsome benefits. One of which is apparently the privilege of wearing denim when you’re told.