Ghetto Fabulous?

Confession: Maybe I judge people just a little.

I am not really a girly-girl. I wear little if any make-up. I drink beer (not exclusively, but I drink it none-the-less). I watch (and love) football. I don't tend to fawn all over a cute pair of shoes (Jimmy Choo! More like Jimmy Who?). And when I am driving behind some asshole who is afraid to pull out into traffic, I have been know to yell "Hey jerk-off, why don't you grow a set!"

I am also not one to judge others. I try especially hard not to judge other women. We are judged enough. We are also pitted against one another too often. We compete for jobs, for dates, for a pair of Jimmy Whos. But, the competition among women in society is for another post altogether. Still, I am no girly-girl, no style maven, no fashionista. If you check out Ms. Fussypants' frump fighting no-no's, I've probably done every single one of them. Even with my anti-fashion stance (and by that I mean, who the hell has time to do more than brush your teeth and hair), I still know a big no-no when I see one. A no-no so big that it warranted me writing an entire blog entry about it. Yes friends, I give to you, the pajama pants and slippers out in public. (Blood curdling scream goes here)

You've seen it. Probably while you were shopping at Walmart or the grocery store. The pajama bottoms being passed off as pants. The fuzzy slippers donned for footwear. Perhaps you've even done it. Although, no one sophisticated and tasteful enough to read my blog would dare engage in this mother of all fashion faux pas. Would you? Nah, of course not.

Now if by chance you have left your house like this for something other than a no-time-to-change- trip to the ER, it is not to late for you to be saved. This look is not cute. It is not sexy. It is not fun. And this is coming from the women who will go out in the sweatpants that she slept in in the interest of saving time. I say stop. Stop now! It is better to grab the crumpled up sweats up off the floor and throw on a pair of flip flops or tennis shoes, than to indulge in this most heinous of fashion disasters.

I don't know who started it. I don't know where it will end. But, I implore you not to feed the beast. It's not ghetto fabulous, just ghetto (actually more trailer park than ghetto). (And who coined that term ghetto fabulous anyway? Is it really fabulous in the ghetto? There I go thinking out loud again. I'll stop.) It's not white hot, just white trash. And it is not stylish just because Britney Spears does it. Have you read about Britney Spears lately? I advise you to get your fashion and etiquette (not to mention parenting) tips, elsewhere.

If I have offended anyone reading this who may live in the ghetto, a trailer park, or a Walmart, sorry. But sometimes the truth hurts. Now, go forth and put your pj's and slippers away until bedtime.

Anyone know of any other good fashion faux pas?