well, i mostly agree with your point, but i would like to note that i recently got a job, while wearing a beat up second hand coat, my ipod, holding a skateboard, torn up backpack, the most beat up vans i've ever had etc.

i still got the job, either via my immense wit and charisma

or the fact that this is one of those dumpy indie haunts (you know, a cafe where noone buys anything and everything smells of smoke, you can actually peel the tar off the walls)