Air Travel Has Definitely Lost Its Cachet

Remember back when people actually cared what they looked like? Back when is was not acceptable to wear pajamas or house slippers in public? Well, apparently those days are long gone. Today I traveled to Los Angeles from the Memphis International Airport. Now, I'm not picking on my fair city, it jsut happened to be where I was.

And frankly, girl in line in security, I don't care to see your navel or your stomach, no matter how flat or tan it is. And Mr. Sloppy, you shouldn't wear house slippers on a plane. With tube socks, no less. And oh, by the way, 14 year old girl who looks like you are 25, I don't care to see any writing across your behind. I don't care how much you "LOVE PINK" or how "JUICY" it is. (And don't even get me started on how I feel these types of sweat pants lead the sexualization of young women in our society!) And to you, Missy, pajamas aren't cute on anyone -- especially at the airport -- unless you are 5 years of age or below. Then it is only acceptable under certain circumstances.

And these rules don't just apply to the airport. It seems no matter where I am, Kroger, Target, Walgreens, or a t-ball game, I see people in inappropriate clothing. I have always abided by the rule "just because they make it in your size doesn't mean you should wear it." That philosophy goes with so many things.

So, no, size 24 lady, you shouldn't be wearing a halter top. No, man with a size 54 waist, you shouldn't be wearing a muscle under armour shirt that is too short and shows your belly. Now, I'm not saying there should be a dress code and I'm not making fun of overweight people, but seriously?!?!?!? If any of your body parts are hanging out, then it doesn't fit. Period.

And that goes for little skinny folks, too. Hey you, yeah you, over there, the very tanned (with a tanning bed) skinny 18 year old with the low rise jeans. I don't care to see your butterfly tramp stamp. I think you have the freedom to have one if you want, but why should I subjected to see your ill-fated attempt at being cool? Or was it just that you had too much PGA punch at that graduation party?

And seriously, young man. Pull up your pants. You shouldn't have to walk around holding them up and I frankly don't care to see your boxer shorts. I don't care what brand they are.

That is all.