It could be that he simply doesn't know any better, and that likelihood increases in light of his penchant for train-based boob-rubbing. Most men know amazingly little about clothes quality and classical style. And surprisingly enough, many women don't know as well, so the normal resource system ("do you want to talk to the man in charge or the woman who knows what she's doing?") isn't there, either. Fact is, most men find a mode of dress that they are comfortable with and feel like they look good in, and they stick with it, regardless of snickers. Likely your subway suitor (heh) has acquired a job that requires he wear a "suit," and devoid of any knowledge concerning what makes a good suit, he has dutifully gone to his local JCPenney and picked out something the met the basic requirements. It is, after all, how cheapass men's departments in big, ugly deaprtment stores stay in business. In any event, unless someone teaches him the joys of decent attire, he will likely continue to buy cheap crap, look bad, and be forced to snarfle up cheap thrills on the ride to work.

Why wear a dry-clean suit if you're always getting those funky spots on the trousers?

altogether now: ewwwwwwww.....

Three or four buttons, gents.

Don't be some kind of fucking Sunday redneck.