This post is going to make me sound like an old geezer. (Yes, it probably will. But when has that stopped you?)
|No, I am not sitting by Ciara. |
She is in first class. I just
grabbed this from Google images.
Dear Prairie Readers, can we admit that there has been a serious decline in standards of dress during the last four score and twenty (I've always wanted to borrow that phrase.)? Not that I want to go back to men wearing shirts and ties to mow the lawn, I have a neighbor who wears long khakis and a striped polo to mow his lawn. I appreciate the extra effort he makes but do I really want to see my neighbor mowing that same lawn in a pair of sports shorts, and only a pair of sports shorts? If it was Michael Landon you wouldn't have a problem. Sir, let me tell you that you do not have the buff physique to pull off that look.
This reminds me of a fun interview Jon Stewart had with David Sedaris.
|This is not a pair of pajamas.|
This is a pantsuit circa 1974.
There are times that I slip into the grocery for that early morning cartoon of eggs in a questionable state of appearance. Yes, I may be unshowered and wearing a pair of worn sweats, but if I am going to present myself to 150 passengers in the tight quarters of economy class, I usually try to spruce up a bit--a comb, a bit of deodorant, clothing that I don't regularly wear to bed. Flying is no longer a nylon hose and white glove experience, but I figure if you have to sit next to me for several hours, at least I shouldn't make your eyes burn. Geez. Why haven't you told us what dynamic, envelope pushing outfit you're wearing? It had better not involve Hello Kitty or leggings.
Shoot! I have to turn off all electronic devices. Eydie is going to have to post this half-written.
Hey! Sharon was cut off before she got to Michael Landon Monday. Lets see what I can come up with on short notice. Below is an actual photo of Michael getting ready to board an airplane in L.A.