I was putting gas in my car the other day and having nothing better to do while waiting for the tank to fill, I participated in one of my favorite activities, people watching. I watched in horror as a woman walked into the gas station for whatever in her fuzzy froggy pajama pants. I was appalled. My jaw hung slack. I'd seen plaid flannels and lamented about those being inappropriate in public, but the fuzzies? With froggies? I'm sorry, but it's high time I talked about it. Yes, I'm talking about public display of pajamas.
Is is just me, or are human beings out of their minds regarding appropriate attire outside the home? And really, I don't think I'm far off here when I say, "There ought to be a law!" In my opinion, and you know I have one, this borders on indecent exposure. I do not want to see your jam-jams unless you are my family, and even then, I'm sometimes appalled. But privately appalled, which is a much better state of appall.
When did we get so lazy as a society that it became acceptable to choose not to put on some pants? Who started this trend? I want to know! I suspect it may have been a poor sickly person who was very ill, and having no family or friends living near, this person was forced to drag themselves to the pharmacy or the local Wal-Mart for medicine. Years ago, I would have thought, "Oh, that poor soul, too sick to dress herself." However, now I just get mad because apparently other people saw that person and thought, "Well, if they can do that, why can't I?"
What? How dare you! You can't! Not in my book, you can't! Why, if I were a badge carrying officer of the non-existent fashion police brigade, I would be handing out citations left and right. No warning ticket from me, buddy! Plus, three strikes and you go straight to prison for assault with a flannel weapon. And fuzzy froggy pj's get you an extra life sentence.
I say 'buddy', but it's normally women who I see committing this crime! Ladies, come on! Have a little self respect. You are influencing a nation's youth. It was bad enough we had the dude who started the "pants hanging halfway off your rear and letting your skivvies show" trend for young men, but now pajama bottoms and a baggy t-shirt are prevalent on any given day on a trip to the store. My own thirteen year old daughter wants to do it (shudder) when we go someplace and she doesn't have to go in, but I refuse even that. What if we get in a wreck and that's how the medical professionals find you? I would be mortified. Furthermore, make sure you have on clean underwear in case they have to cut your clothes off!
In a world of events like "no pants day" where I would be exposed to a large city full of underwear-clad subway patrons, I suppose the wearing of pajama pants in public can be expected and the lazy morality of today will do little to put a stop to it. Admittedly, there was a point in my life I would have found a pantless day humorous and would have possibly been a participant. But this isn't about me. And I'm not the old me, I'm the now me. The now me doesn't approve of such fashion atrocities, especially when they are an everyday occurrence and not an emergency. And by the way, don't you dare pair those pajamas with your fuzzy house slippers in public, missy, or I will come unglued.