Good god, fella, get a closet!
You just want to scream. You're in your spiffs at a fine event, feeling good about looking good, and in lumbers a disheveled oaf in ill-fitting denim and a partly tucked golf shirt. You look around, and — as is too often the case — he's not alone.
In church, Christmas Eve, folks bedecked in what back in the day we called "for good" clothes — they're there, too, one in a shabby shirt, another in beltless jeans. You've seen them at high school concerts and, of all places, funerals. You've seen the tank tops and flip-flops at nice restaurants.
Pricey jeans purposely made tattered with frayed holes are said to be fashionable, but Mom never let her kids go to school dressed like that.
Those off to a job interview wear decent duds, knowing there's but one chance to make a good first impression. But what about all the impressions that follow?
Geez, how did the rumpled look take over America's wardrobes, anyway? When did it become OK to leave the house almost always looking like you're heading out to clean the garage?
Some, mostly guys, say they don't care what others think. Women tend to dress better because women dress for other women, who — a wise someone once said — are more alert to and appreciate appearance.
So, what does America's dress-down ethic say about us?