Stop It, Stop It and Please, Please Stop IT!!!

Dear Men who wear pajamas in public,

I feel like we have had this conversation before, and I just don't see your side of the story.   I have often heard that you should begin any kind of confrontation with a positive.....so here goes.  I get that it takes someone totally confident in their fashion sense to walk out of the house, down a street or through the aisles of any store wearing beer logos, cartoon characters or sets of lips scattered up and down your legs...so I'll give you props for the confidence.  Now, the truth....I don't really think it's confidence...I think you've given up.  Wander back with me, if you will, to your childhood.  If your mother had presented you with a pair of pants that had any kind of embellishment you would have locked your self in your room and refused to leave the house for fear that your friends would forever torment you, banishing you to the corner of the cafeteria, dodge ball would become target practice and you would forever be the target.  Ahhh, yes, it's all coming back to you now isn't it?  Somewhere along the line you forgot, stopped caring or maybe you have a much higher vision of how you appear to others....

 

This is not you!  You are not Hugh Hefner.

Maybe, you are going for an odd quirky persona to share with the world...

 

You are not the King of Pop!

So, I ask you "What is wrong with a pair of blue jeans?"  Or a plain old pair of sweat pants.  At least it looks like you just came from or are headed to work out.  That you had some sort of will to live when you left the house.  That maybe you at least planned to shower...

 

Isn't that so much better? It is just as easy to put these on as those pajama pants.  ( But don't wear those kind of shoes with your sweatpants...it screams predator or convict or something....just go for some good old tennis shoes).

I will give a pass to anyone who is perhaps on their way home from the hospital after some sort of surgery and is desperately in need of milk or medication..that's pretty much the only time pajamas should show themselves outside your front door.  So please men, I beg you....you are a grown man, start dressing like one. 
Love Always,
Greg