Tuesday, January 08, 2013
When did I turn into my mother? Or worse - when did I become cranky Clint Eastwood in Grand Torino? I am metaphorically yelling at all the teenagers out there who are metaphorically standing on my lawn.
Please - someone tell me when the 'fashion' trend of wearing your pajamas out in public will end. I live in a small farming town and its not like we expect anyone to dress to the nines to go to Safeway. But shouldn't you at least 'get dressed?' Does it really take that much effort to take off your sponge bob square pants and put on a pair of jeans?
I honestly don't know why this bothers me so much, but it clearly does. Possibly because I am annoyed that the whole pajama bottom fashion trend is actually a statement and I can't figure out what it is. It isn't just - 'I want to be comfortable' - because sweats are comfortable loungewear. It isn't - 'I'm rebelling against the over-sexualization of women in low rise super tight jeans' - because not all jeans have sparkly butts that are crack showers.
My annoyance started when a 17 year old or so girl showed up to church in her pajamas. The only other thing she was wearing was a surly expression. It pretty much culminated today when I went to find something appropriate to wear (I am shunning the mom jeans) and I faced multiple racks of pajama bottoms. Seriously?
Or maybe I'm just cranky today. Not sure which.