Pajama bottoms in
public - have you seen this? It's enough
to turn your stomach. For the curmudgeon, it's enough to empty my stomach.
Heck, I was unsettled when sweat clothes began to appear
in public places that had nothing to do with exercising. All it takes is a trickle before the idiot
floodgates open and we have once again lowered the "appropriate dress"
bar.
History is clear on this.
For example, when my sainted wife and I honeymooned in Bermuda, we
prepared for jackets and ties at dinner and golfing attire when we weren't at
the beach - that was the appropriate Bermuda attire.
But one young buck showed up at dinner one night with just an
open-necked shirt. Did he slink out in
embarrassment and return properly dressed?
Nooo. And the next night other
young idiots followed HIS lead. A trickle
of poor taste turned into a flood.
Such appears to be our fate - sweats are in restaurants
already and soon, pajamas. I fear what
may be next. Togas? Just shoot me.
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