I would like to dedicate this post to my friend, Johnny, who understands that sweatpants are not motherfucking dress slacks!
In my mind, there are certain events that, if you have any self-esteem at all, you should dress nicely for. Job interviews. First dates. Weddings. And yet I have seen people arrive at interviews in flip-flops, shorts, athletic clothes, bikini tops, ragged t-shirts, yoga pants, etc. I have also been subjected to shitty blind dates in which the men thought clothing like wife beater tank tops, cargo shorts, flip-flops, and "lawn mowing clothes" were appropriate. Trust me: if I am sitting there in a dress and heels and you just rolled in after cutting your yard, you gets no love. Hell, you gets no phone number and will probably get bounced after I stage the ubiquitous phony emergency text message. "Oh no! Great Aunt Betsy has been killed in a freak mountain climbing accident. I must go now."
One would think that a movie premiere would also count as an occasion for dress clothes, but I guess not. Damn it, Hollywood. Stop contributing to the erosion of good hygiene and pride in appearance. I am no label whore and, if you read this blog, you know I have grown to hate conspicuous consumption. It's not about paying some ridiculous sum of money for a label. To hell with that. For me, it's about a basic sense of pride in one's appearance and the demonstration of "I make an effort. I care." Cargo shorts and an undershirt on a first date screams one of two things: douchebag and/or downtrodden Eeyore who has given up. I want neither.
In a sea of jeans, the man who can be bothered to put on real trousers is king.
Check out this image from IMDb
Jessica Alba, Michael Chiklis, Chris Evans, Ioan Gruffudd and Julian McMahon
http://www.imdb.com/rg/em_share/photo_ipad/media/rm3975845888/nm0573037Jessica Alba, Michael Chiklis, Chris Evans, Ioan Gruffudd and Julian McMahon
