A dressing down

I’m so sick of the abundance of “athleisure” and people schlumping around the city like slobs. Where’s the fun in looking like you just rolled out of bed, literally, shuffling down the street in shoes that look like slippers because they probably are, pants that are probably pajamas, and an attitude to match.

I can’t imagine anyone, years from now, looking back at this shitshow, getting nostalgic for the non-existent style, panache, and elegance that, when I look at old photos, makes me ache for a time machine.

I refuse to devolve. Give me real shoes and clothes any day.

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