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Sunday, September 8th. Two weeks before the Emmy Awards. I'm very excited to go this year. It's such a prestigious event. Win or lose, it's an honor just to be nominated. Blah-dee, blahdee, blah. What I really want to talk about is the ridiculously expensive tuxedo I bought a few days ago. Seriously, I could've gotten a small car. But that's okay. Not only can I afford it, I was assured that my purchase was the height of men's fashion. Movie stars wear this thing. I had arrived. The Jewish kid from Long Island would be draped in haute couture. I was feeling pretty good about myself. And that rosy glow of confidence lasted until later that very same day when I went to see the great Forest Whitaker in The Butler. It was a very enjoyable movie, but I couldn't help notice the style and cut of the tuxedos worn by several of the main characters. And by "notice" I mean I literally choked on my popcorn.

It probably won't happen, but I'm hoping some reporter on the red carpet asks me what designer I'm wearing. How many opportunities does a guy get to proudly say, "1957 butler"?

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