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Monday, September 8, 2008

I Think You Forgot Your Pants

There’s a disturbing new trend in the nation, a blight on the strip mall, if there can be such a thing. You’ve seen it. I know you’ve seen it. You may have even done it. I’m not here to judge you. It disturbs me, but I am no arbiter of fashion, no fashionista. I’m sitting on the porch wearing a Minnesota Twins shirt over a souvenir tee from vacation two years ago at Waterton-Glacier National Park, for cryin’ out loud. What do I know?

But this? (Roll down to the pic.)

I think I was in a supermarket when I first noticed it maybe ten years ago. Then it was at a retail store. Then it was on the streets. Now it’s fairly common. It’s become accepted. It’s become “normal”.

I’m talking about sweatpants. And sweatshirts. And slippers. In public.

Am I the only one who finds this odd? When did it become too much work to get dressed?

There was a woman pushing a baby in a stroller around my neighborhood a couple weeks ago. She was probably in her mid-30s. It was in the middle of the day – nice day. She was on her cell phone. She did not appear to be sick. And she was wearing a large pair of worn-out flannel pajama bottoms; a very large shirt, perhaps an XXL on a M frame; and pink, fuzzy bedroom slippers. Her hair was up in a frazzled hair-ball of a bun at the top of her head.

She was, as Niecy Nash would say, “a hot mess”.

Now, she wasn’t in her house. She wasn’t in her yard. She had walked at least a block or two down city streets to walk around the park.

Please don’t misunderstand me when I say I have great sympathy for anyone with a baby, a small child, teenager, boyfriend, husband, lover, or friend. Lord knows they take up a lot of your time. We all have our crosses to bear! But would it kill you to pull on a pair of pants? Would it take any longer? Could you leave your slippers at home? Could you please – for the children! – put on a bra?

We need to get dressed, people. For our families. For our civic pride. For our country.



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I am Pearl, and I approve this message.

4 comments:

Barbara Blundell said...

Mea culpa
I have taken your words to heart and tomorrow I am going to jetison my fleece,jogging pants and trainers and dress appropriately in tailored skirt,twin set and pearls
Agree with you wholeheartedly. It's the same scenario here

Pat said...

Sorry. It's too difficult for me to get dressed... much less shower... if I don't have to go to work. -yawn- too much trouble!

l e d o said...

Maybe they gained a bunch of weight and gave up. I know it happens to me sometimes, after my gorge attacks, my jeans tend to scream for help. But I resist the sweet temptation of slipping into some raggedy old sweats, I prefer my moo moos and the independence of my rascal scooter.

Barbara Blundell said...

Pearl, you would be proud of me today. This morning I ditched the old T shirt for a smart blue cotton shirt and was greeted with, "You look nice!" from my usually unobservant mate.There you go ! Will try and maitain the improvement. Perhaps others will follow and you will become a leading evangelist for better turned out ladies.