Then put on some pants!
If sweatpants tell the world you've completely given up, then wearing pajamas in public must broadcast the fact that you're dead inside.
Don't get me wrong. I love pajama pants. I probably own more pairs of pajama pants than I do actual pants (just ask Beau; it's ubersexy when I wear a pair of droopy XL pjs around the house). But when did fuzzy fleece pants with pink bunnies on them become acceptable daywear?
They're not. Not when you're at the supermarket or the DMV.
If you are over the age of five, show some respect for yourself and the people who raised you, and put on some pants before you leave the house. Why is that such an insurmountable task?
If you cannot be trusted to put on real pants, we can't trust you not to violate other laws of society. Pretty soon, men will be shirtless and wearing cutoffs at Starbucks. Women of all ages and sizes will wear camel toe-glorifying hotpants! Innocent children will don mullets!
If it's just that hard to get dressed and face the day, stay home. It's ok. I'll write your boss a note.
I actually saw someone walking down the street in the dreaded pajama pants and a fancy robe. I guess the robe made it more formal.
ReplyDeleteAh, going the Hugh Hefner route. Very classy.
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