This, +10. Especially so if you are also wearing flip-flops and it’s raining.
I dunno, have you seen some of the crap we used to wear in the '80’s. And now people are nostalgic for that crap! :eek:
I’ve been sick, horribly sick, on and off for the last week and a half. And I totally went to the grocery store Sunday the 3rd in lounge pants and a tee. So there! I did wear normal shoes though. I also warned the nice clerk to disinfect his entire area when I left. Hopefully that makes up for subjecting the general public to my cookie monster lounge pants.
Damn. When I see someone in pajamas in public I think “that person is wearing pajamas in public.”
I think each generation gets a little sloppier in their “out in public” gear - my grandmother’s generation wouldn’t go out in public without lipstick on and their hair done. My mother’s generation puts on nice clothes. My generation puts on clean clothes that aren’t used for sleeping in and combs their hair. The generation after mine puts outside clothes on. The generation after them doesn’t even bother putting outside clothes on. The generation after that - slather themselves in mud before going out?
Well la-ti-dah, snobby-bottom! Obscuring my nether regions with my own feces isn’t good enough for ya?
Maybe they hand out diamond necklaces for fartin’ the alphabet in your world, but some of us have to work, and we get tired. So sue me if I don’t get all doodied up just to go to church. :mad:
Here’s a quirk for you: I hate seeing people wearing casual clothes to go to church, and I’m an atheist. Tough to overcome those formative years.
I overheard a conversation at a grocery store once:
Customer 1: Why are you wearing pajamas?
Customer 2: Why aren’t YOU wearing pajamas?
Customer 1: Hmmmm…
My husband can’t drive, so when we do errands every day, that means I have to. I have NEVER EVER left the house unless I was wearing jeans and a real shirt (versus sweats and a tank top/tshirt which I usually wear around the house) even if I wasn’t going in somewhere (just driving and waiting for him to come out of whatever establishment he ran into). I mean really - what if there was an accident? What if the car broke down? What if I got pulled over? What in the world would people think if I was dressed that sloppy? It’s a very very rare day that I don’t take a shower, do my hair, and do my makeup - the only time I wouldn’t is if I was really not feeling well, we were just doing oen or two quick earrands, and I’m not going inside.
Because I don’t sleep at the grocery store.
That’s exactly what I think when I see adults wearing pajamas in public. “There’s another one who has simply given up on life.”
Embarrassing story:
I was running late for work, and I couldn’t find and decent underwear. I threw on a pair that had seen better days. Nothing terrible, but there were, ahem, discolorations, and the waistband was rippled. It wasn’t like I had a date or anything…
The morning was very busy and I might as well have not even been in my underwear! I was so busy I’m not sure I remembered my name, much less the state of my unders.
Then the alarm on my phone went off. I had forgotten a Dr. appt. I didn’t really think about my attire, and if I had I don’t think I would have worried as it was a Dermatologist appt. to look at a mole on my neck that had concerned my primary.
The Dermatologist took one look at my neck and said, “Not cancer. Don’t worry.”
However, she did advise a quick screening as long as I was there. Sounded good to me.
“Okay, here’s a gown. Strip down to your shorts and I’ll be right back.”
I don’t think I really remembered what I was wearing until she left the room. I considered just leaving while she was gone, and also making some excuse when she came back. I even considered striping all the way, but that seemed TOO creepy.
Finally, I decided that I wasn’t likely to see her or even anyone from that clinic again, so I just gritted my teeth and suffered through the embarrassment.
I had always assumed that if I ever got in an accident, no one would be looking at my underwear, and if they were, it would probably be either bloody or filled with the shit that got scared outta me from the accident anyway!
I like to think I learned my lesson, but on laundry day I still tend to be a little lackadaisical.
I saw a woman at the grocery store yesterday morning wearing a nice matching ensemble. She had on a t-shirt, Angry Birds PJ pants, Angry Birds house slippers, and an Angry Birds knit hat. At least she bothered to coordinate her outfit before she left the house, I guess.
I don’t understand the idea that someone should be constantly worried about what other people think of how they look. There are times when you need to dress well, but it’s not all the time. It doesn’t say anything about your self- esteem that you don’t view grocery shopping as one of those times. If anything, I’d say the opposite–these people don’t feel a need to prove their worth to others by dressing up for the mundane activities of life.
Also, one of the things I loved about college was seeing all the coeds who would go around in PJs. Even the kind that covers up everything still looks pretty hot. I don’t understand this idea that wearing pajamas equals looking horrible.
We’ve had this discussion on the boards many times before; everyone is free to dress any way they like, but what you choose to wear does indeed send a message about you, whether you like it or not. You can show up to a job interview in dirty, ripped clothes (or pajamas), but you’re not likely to get the job. You can show up to a funeral in dirty, ripped clothes (or pajamas), but people will think you’re a disrespectful idiot. You can ignore social cues all you want, but that doesn’t mean that other people will ignore you ignoring them.
OK, serious question, do you think the same thing when you see a fat person? How about when you see a woman with short hair? Or a man with long hair? Or when you see bewigged Orthodox Jews or turbaned Sikhs? Are they foolish for not optimizing their looks for maximum respectability in our society?
I wear a suit and tie to work five days a week. I wear a suit and tie to weddings, funerals, and a wide variety of other things. Why the hell does it matter if I wear sweatpants for a 15 minute trip to the supermarket to buy milk and paper towels on a Saturday morning? You know, I have run errands while wearing a suit before for one reason or another, and it’s not like anyone ever approached me in the store and offered me a job or to make me a baron or anything.
There is a great deal of utter nonsense in this thread. “I’m better than these people because I spuriously overdress and adhere to outdated social mores that date to an era when most people couldn’t afford multiple sets of clothing!” :rolleyes:
Yes, there are occasions where it is in one’s best interest to dress up. But if I’m in the middle of doing yard work and I need to run to the gas station because I forgot to get fuel for the lawn mower, I’m not changing into a new pair of jeans because someone might see grass stains on the ones I’m wearing and think me uncouth.
It’s been about half an hour since I read this thread and I’ll confess to still being a bit baffled by the attitude many people in this thread have.
Of all the nonsensical or cruel things in this world one might mock or complain about, you guys choose people who wear pajama pants to the supermarket?
Of all the things in the world one might be proud of, like “I’m kind,” or “I’m brave,” or “I wear expensive dresses to glamorous parties,” or “I have super sweet air hockey skills,” you guys are proud that you throw on a pair of khakis to buy bananas?
On an unrelated note, I’m giving a speech about how awful the Taliban are tomorrow. What do you guys think of the following as my opening line:
There are many reasons to oppose the Taliban. The Taliban have assassinated political opponents, oppressed women, destroyed sacred historical sites, and banned music. But worst of all, those motherfuckers wear pajama pants everywhere.
No, it means they don’t give a shit what people think of them 100% of the time in situations that couldn’t matter less.
This really says more about you than them.
Why stop at pajamas? I’m going to start doing my chores around town in a robe and bathroom slippers. At least that implies I bathed myself.
I never thought that I should see
A strawman wearing jammies
If he could sing and dance a bit
He’d surely win some Grammys