...As was the style in those days.
While on the one hand there are major sub-components of my psyche that still feel like I'm 20 or 21 or so, on the other hand for the most part I've been a grumpy old person for most of my born days. However, I have recently come to the realization that I'm hurdling headlong toward the AARP zone rather over-rapidly. Of late, I have been considering a change to my non-workday wardrobe, which has always consisted of shorts and a t-shirt. This proposed revamping is because I am becoming tired of seeing everyone look like a damn bum when out in public.
Back in MY day, you didn't leave the house unless you were perfectly coiffed and attired, although to be honest, I'm not too sure what "coiffing" might be nor whether I should actually want to engage in it. At any rate, you always dressed on the presumption that whilst out and about, you might run into your boss or parole officer or talent scout or Jesus. So there were certain standards to be maintained.
Nowadays, it seems practically everyone is schlepping around in flip-flops and tank tops and saggy shorts, and exposing far too much skin, and generally looking like raff, although perhaps not riff. Also, too many people have tattoos, and many of those who are inked up have not known where to stop. I mean, back in the day, a tattoo meant you were a criminal, a sailor, or a member of a secret mystical organization. Then they became a way to identify who the cool people were. Now seemingly everyone has them, including senior citizens and kindergarteners and assorted service dogs. And most of the designs are excessively large, garish, amateurish, and frankly gross.
I could continue in this vein, but I have to go to my barber and get a crew-cut, and then return home to put on my lounging sweater and some loafers. And then schedule plenty of time to stand by my front window, shaking my fist angrily at the youth of today. Go get a job, ya punks!
Back in MY day, you didn't leave the house unless you were perfectly coiffed and attired, although to be honest, I'm not too sure what "coiffing" might be nor whether I should actually want to engage in it. At any rate, you always dressed on the presumption that whilst out and about, you might run into your boss or parole officer or talent scout or Jesus. So there were certain standards to be maintained.
Nowadays, it seems practically everyone is schlepping around in flip-flops and tank tops and saggy shorts, and exposing far too much skin, and generally looking like raff, although perhaps not riff. Also, too many people have tattoos, and many of those who are inked up have not known where to stop. I mean, back in the day, a tattoo meant you were a criminal, a sailor, or a member of a secret mystical organization. Then they became a way to identify who the cool people were. Now seemingly everyone has them, including senior citizens and kindergarteners and assorted service dogs. And most of the designs are excessively large, garish, amateurish, and frankly gross.
I could continue in this vein, but I have to go to my barber and get a crew-cut, and then return home to put on my lounging sweater and some loafers. And then schedule plenty of time to stand by my front window, shaking my fist angrily at the youth of today. Go get a job, ya punks!