Please get dressed! I judge you by what you wear to the store.

I wouldn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea about me but I feel the necessity to begin a new blog in total honesty.

My favorite pajama pants leave something to be desired in the fashion department. I leave my under garments on the bathroom floor when I am late to work. I rarely do the dishes right after dinner. I wait until the last possible moment to take out the trash. I hate to exercise. I actually enjoy reality TV. I never fold socks.

I do not under any circumstances suspect that I am not being judged. But while you are judging me I am also judging you. Judging has such a bad stigma but I don’t know that it’s necessarily a bad thing. If nobody judged anyone we would never accomplish anything or set standards. I get the whole-beauty is in the eye of the beholder, don’t judge a book by the cover-mess. I do. But tell me you don’t notice when a tween is standing there in a slinky tank top and a pair of shorts that double as undies, a vision of adolescent scantiness, and think, “My God. My mother would never have allowed me out of the house in that.”

When I am looking for crackers I do not want to see your secret parts. I know advertising is taking “sex sells” to a whole new level but until there are naked people on my box of cheerios I think you should save your pajamas and swimwear for the appropriately designated locations.

It just bothers me that for every person that appears in public attempting to act and behave like a civilized person there is a caveman in dirty sweatpants swearing at the cashier. Do not get me wrong, I have made the mid-night milk run with no makeup and my haphazard hair pulled into a ponytail but I wouldn’t go out to the mall in my boyfriend’s boxer shorts.

Don't want to be judged? Here is a hint; before you go out, get dressed. Especially if you are an adult. If you are 30 do not wear your superhero jammies to the supermarket. You will be perceived a certain way by your fellow citizens. You should care how you look. I am not a skinny girl by any stretch of the imagination but I care that my 'wobbly bits'  are well covered and that I am put together. The "if you got it, flaunt it" rule only makes the world more akward and gross. And if you don't got it, don't flaunt it. I think that about covers all the bases. As in, put clothes on before you leave the house. If you wear it to bed don't wear it out. I don't want to see your thong. I don't care that Family Guy is your favorite cartoon so you bought the pants in the beer can at the novelty store. I want you to look like an adult and I want you to make sure your children are dressed as well. Life is not a pajama party.

Okay, I am off the soapbox. Until next time, stay classy!