Women could do it too, and look consistently stylish. Many do. The idea that most women go out and buy a whole new wardrobe every season is false. Most buy a handful of new but not too weird pieces per season (and maybe one more outre item) and fit those into their existing wardrobe.
Of course. But then, I didn't say: "women buy new wardrobes every season."
What I
said was: "the fashion industry
pressures women to buy new wardrobes every season."
When it comes to fashion, the heat is on women, in ways that it just isn't on men. And that has been true since at least the early 19th century.
Women's clothes are like computers: they're obsolescent almost as soon as you buy them.
Men aren't immune from fashion either though - if you buy a suit now, it WILL look noticeably different to a suit bought 10 or 20 or 30 years ago. Men's ready-to-wear fashions do change, and sometimes in really big ways. Think of the ultra-wide lapels of the 70s... or some of the ultra-thin lapels of the past couple of years. Those will look pretty odd in a few years time in the way the 70s lapels do, though many men buying them now don't realise it.
And this is true as well. But my point was simply that men's fashions change more slowly than women's. After all, look at the time spans you're talking about here: ten years, twenty years, thirty years.
Come over some time and watch some DVDs from my film-noir collection: sixty years later, a suit still looks like a suit. Or even better, let's leaf through my reproduction of the 1908 Sears & Roebuck catalogue together. Once again--men's clothes look like men's clothes, while women's clothes look like something from another world.
And remember, too: you're a guy who really pays attention to his clothes, and devotes a lot of effort to looking smart and stylish. In fact, you've described this in the past as an art form. Whereas I probably wouldn't even notice most of the differences you're pointing out, until they became
really egregious.
I am an academic, after all: as a disembodied intellect, I float serenely through the world of coming-to-be and passing-away, preoccupied with the realm of the forms, unconcerned with merely material things...
Or, to put it in fewer words: I'm a slob. I buy new clothes when the old ones wear out--not when they go out of fashion. And I
still manage to dress better than many of my colleagues, at least for work.