Savage, barbaric, and strangely alluring under the lights
It doesn't seem to have much point. But I'm not British, have never been on a fox-hunt, and generally only know superstition, folklore, and so forth. I've met folks who insist that a fox-hunt is the height of sportsmanship, dignity, and intellect. Apparently you have to know how to coordinate your riding outfit and not fall off a horse. I don't say that as a joke; someone has actually pointed out to me in the past the dignity of uniform.
It seems roughly comparative (though the actual circumstances are indeed different) to a guy I once met whose friends called down to Oregon to let him know their dogs had treed a game cat. He said, "Keep it there." Long story short, the dogs kept the cat in the tree for three days while he traveled up to Alaska, hiked out to the site, shot the cat, took its carcass, and headed off to a taxidermist to arrange stuffing, mounting, and shipping before he flew back to Oregon. That's all well and fine, I suppose. Some people tell me I ought not be judgmental about that, either. But I don't think he should include it in his tales of how great a hunter, how courageous a hunter, how masterful a hunter he is. I mean, the man literally wants to kill two of everything so he can mount them in coitus around the house. To the other, a relative of his was a state game warden somewhere, and resigned of his own volition after he realized he chose his hunting site from an outdated map and had killed an elk--otherwise legally--within a certain range of a road he had not known was there. Nobody knew; he never had to say anything about it. And he did. People found out about the incident when he announced his resignation and explained his reasons: "I broke the law. That's all there is to it." Extreme in its dignity, but that's a man who invests much pride in his hunting, and won't tolerate such an apparently-stupid stain in his conscience without acknowledging it.
For reasons similar to the above comparison, I find the idea of fox-hunting rather barbaric, stupid, and so forth. But who knows? I can't say I've ever seen "English riding" fashions at any gay club ever, but my first thought, literally, is that those outfits are "gay," as in How quickly could I get my ass nailed if I wore that to a club?