Used to be, men always wore hats (until that slob Dwight Eisenhower had his way).
In 1951, Bing Crosby was denied entrance to a Canadian hotel for wearing jeans.
Until the early 1970s, girls HAD to wear dresses to school.
I guess I'm just trying to put things into perspective because I'm THISCLOSE to wearing my pajamas to work. Yes, I'm going to be like that annoying girl from college who showed up to class everyday in her jammie pants. Except unlike that girl, I won't be 20 years old and blonde and adorable, wearing lip gloss and a healthy dose of Bath and Bodyworks Freesia. I am on a slippery slope that can only lead to sweat pants and giant t-shirts given to me for free, advertising events I never attended.
Today, I rolled out of bed and dressed in the dark. I spent way more time eating two bowls of cereal than I did making myself look presentable. I don't even think I looked into a mirror.
I just went to the bathroom and my reflection startled me. My hair looks like a bad wig. I have crust on my face that is either tooth paste or dried spit. My pants are undeniably dirty. My socks are obviously coated in dog fur. And even though this isn't obvious to others, my bra is starting to change colors, it's that dirty. The fact that is is also too small? Yes, that's totally obvious to everyone. But if you didn't notice already, you will when you catch me reaching inside my shirt and adjusting my boobs.
It used to be that we were a well dressed nation. Sure, we were also racist and sexist, but we looked good! We wore gloves and hats! Panty hose! Of course, I am not advocating a return to any of that. I value my jersey fabrics too much. But today was a good reminder that maybe my Friday is a bit too casual. I think next time, I should try a little harder. Maybe choose my clothes with the lights on. Invest a few minutes in showering.