Rep. Aaron Schock, R-Ill., is the model Congressman. Shirt off, abs swelling on the cover of Men’s Health, he’s a glorious display of what fitness and Photoshop can do. Of his “form-fitting Zegna suit and tapered shirt,” the magazine croons, “he looks more like a hit man from a European spy thriller than a boring politician.”

That’s true. But stunts like Schock’s, where fashion and sex merge, only make it harder for women in government to violate D.C.’s prudish dress code — much less look like Bond girls. Think of Hillary’s cleavage on the campaign trail in 2008, or Condoleezza’s foxy stiletto boots. When women alter the uniform slightly, mass hysteria ensues; Schock stripped off the uniform entirely, and earned praise from a fawning Matt Lauer.

Schock’s commitment to fitness is commendable, and so too is his patronage of Italian labels. (Washington men: Take note!) But he should have kept his suit on and pushed the limits quietly like a statesman, not an infomercial model.

Schock is now the sexy, fashionable Congressman, which he can get away with. His female colleagues can’t afford to wear that label.