Granted I’m old. In my day “dress” clothes were garments you would be comfortable wearing to a sales meeting, a religious service, a funeral.
As a male, I could envision wearing these with a Hallowe’en costume, as part of the act at a standup gig, or if I wanted to give the ski patrol an edge at finding me should I wipe out and bury myself in a snowdrift. Although frankly, I’d be most likely just to gift them to a young female relative and be done with them.
Update: I thought it would take a while, at least, before things got crazier. I was wrong.