Mike, after a hard day at the salt mines. So far he has not dispensed with the formality of dressing to leave the house.
There’s plenty of evidence that a direct correlation between the state of the economy and people’s willingness to forgo accepted social mores exists. Crime is one. I have another: An increasing number of folks are casting off convention and wearing pajamas to the grocery store.
Not Wally World, Publix.
The first incidence was thought to be an anomaly; a young woman holding a baby who had clearly not taken the time to change out of her pajama bottoms. I made up a story about her and her offspring… because that’s what I do while standing in line to check out; it keeps me out of the candy bins.
I imagined an ill child, because in my version of her life, she had just ducked in to buy some medicine for her special snowflake. Obviously it’s my justification for her wardrobe decision. And I’ve no idea if the baby was a boy or girl. I don’t care the way she doesn’t care about her manner of dress.
Hey, maybe obama promised to put gas in her tank and pay her rent but when real life caught up to her getting dressed in street clothes was just too much. Perhaps she needs treatment for her Post Obama Stress Disorder.
Damned if it didn’t happen again with a woman in a “sundress” (nightgown) last week and Lord help that lady in the pajama top yesterday. Some people are easy to build stories around… some I don’t even want to try. Anything I would have conjured for pj top would have been sad.
Anyway.
I like this picture because of the optical illusion of a see through fence. It’s like watching a 737 fly; logically I know why it happens, but it still feels like magic.
I’ve ran into the convenience store in pajama bottoms. I’ve never run into a full blown store with them on. Yeah, it’s called being lazy. :hotflash:
Well, a convenience store is different…
Nah, I still couldn’t do it. I’ve been sooo sick and in pain that I could barely move, but I still managed to put clothes on… must be my upbringing…
Yes, I’ll go along with the convention that it’s laziness, pure and simple. I am consistently gobsmacked by what some people perceive as appropriate attire to wear in public, for themselves and their children! (Dressing little girls like little hootchi-mama’s is NOT appropriate. They’re kids!)
Go to a play. You’ll be astounded by the number of people that show up in blue jeans. Go to the airport! What people wear for travel is just unbelievable. I mean come on, remember when traveling was an event? Something that you dressed for, whether it was for work or not.
There’s no excuse other than this falls under what happens when parents don’t TEACH their children and PARENT their children and are more interested in being LIKED by them and over-indulging them. Yes, I make sure that our Daisy is appropriately attired. We go out for dinner, she is cleaned up. We go out for a NICE dinner, she’s in a skirt or dressed and presentable. We go to the airport, she’s dressed for traveling in a skirt or dress with a sweater and looks like a young lady. We are going to the park, she’s in shorts or jeans and a clean shirt and ready to rumble and tumble with the best of them.
But its a sign of respect for ourselves and others when we take the time to dress appropriately. But then again, I was raised with values, morals and my parents were not my friends until I’d graduated from school and had a job. Guess I’d better talk to my shrink about that and where they went wrong.
Yes, exactly! My Mom was the same, trust me. Now that I’m grown I’m glad she wasn’t my bestie, but my MOM…
Well said Lee Ann and Pam – couldn’t have said it better myself.
When we went to chruch regularly people would show up in jeans. I’m like for CHURCH you couldn’t even throw on dockers?
I get all over hubby for running to Home Depot in those cotton exercise shorts (long length). I tell him how he looks reflects on me, because no women worth her weight would allow a husband to go out looking like a bag man.
Well, I think exceptions should be made for Home Depot… too many times we’re in the middle of a project, covered with paint or sawdust, and discover we’ve forgotten something important…
QW- You are lucky they showed up in jeans. I went to church with my husband (I don’t go typically) and people were there right from the beach in shorts and flip flops. I was aghast. My sister in law’s philosophy is God is just glad you’re there. MY philosophy is show some respect.
My father in law’s funeral… my husband went out and bought a sports coat for each of the boys. They were in khakis, dress shoes, ties, dress pants. I bought a black dress. My sister in law showed up with her family… she was in a dress with white flip flops. Her boys all wore flip flops with their dress pants. One of the boys hadn’t brought a plain white T, so some rock band in black was visible through his dress shirt. No belts.
My father in law was a very formal man. I was so appalled… yet I bit my tongue, as I did while he lay dying.
I’ve not been in a church since moving to south Florida, but I see people leaving after a service in shorts and sandals and it makes my skin crawl… I don’t care how laid back we are down here; a church service -likewise funerals- demand respect.
Damn. Now I feel like a loser.
Awww… didn’t mean to make you feel like that… each to their own…
Nah, I’m fine. I have pj bottoms that I call the circus pants because they’re yellow and pink vertical stripe.