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Saturday Style. . .


One need not resemble a Dickensian ragamuffin during the evening hours, or weekends at home.  For the Young Master's usual three-hour Saturday visit to the Tae Kwon Do studio today, I showered after breakfast and managed to pull on these items (with a navy and orange ribbon belt) for public consumption before we left home.  

Yes, the shirt was worn tucked in, and everything was nevertheless extremely airy and comfortable.  I'm not sure when, where, or how this idea took hold that comfort and a downright slovenly appearance are somehow the same thing.  

If one actually lives in a hot and/or equitorial area, fine.  I certainly used to spend enough time at my parents' place in the Yucatan sweltering in 115 F. midday heat, yet few of the locals look as down and out as most people do in the U.S.  The same is true for the various people I've met or known from other hot parts of the world like Africa, the Middle East, and Caribbean.  

But September in Mid-Michigan?  What is wrong with us?  Let's pull ourselves together everyone, please.  The common 'slightly more affluent street urchin aesthetic' (my own coinage) ain't a good look on anyone.  Even if you drive a large SUV that costs as much as a small house.

Needless to say, I was the only adult figure dressed thusly where I was in attendance today (Shakes head sadly).

-- Heinz-Ulrich


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