FWIW, I spent a lifetime in blue pinstripe, white shirt, red tie, and wingtips. Wearing a blue shirt would have been ridiculed with, "where did you park your bus". Back then the uniform was an integral part of the corporate mystique. I wrote four books on all of this sort of thing. Raised by a Marine Sergeant Major where coming in second DID NOT HAPPEN! Had the corporate career, big house, nice cars and all the rest and did what kids from the 50's were expected to do, ie., go to the corporation, excel, advance, raise the children, et. al..
As an emergency room chaplain in a major hospital, I saw time after time how quickly life can change. Now, I do what I want to do ..some days writing, some days doing fine art or commercial photography, maybe distributing a few kilts. My word, for what it is worth for the young ...find what you love, do what you love to do, and be who your soul tells you that you truly are...at all costs.
And, by damn, I will wear my kilt and enjoy it...but be choosy in the company I keep.