Thursday, March 8, 2012

DISTRESSED for Success

No matter how much I’ve tried to change, I have to admit it – I’m not a snappy dresser. Oh sure on occasion I have a little more swagger in my step than the ‘pretty people’, but that is usually due to the floppy soles of my shoes or that I’ve drank so much coffee that I’m a little late for the LOO! I can’t help it but nice duds are expensive and when you think about it nobody even sees those little holes in the socks; that safety pin keeping my cuffs up; or that rippin’ zipper with a peek-a-boo hitch in its zip.

Now don’t get me wrong, even though a few vents in the armpits and some breeze over the knees does make it convenient to air my dirty laundry, I don’t intentionally wear this stuff out in public to be COOL like the ripped jean teen scene. No, the truth is that even down at the local Goodwill my BAD BILL style has its own ‘last chance’ rack, where my favorite garb is beat, cheap and barely a button away from prison. Isn't most stuff in life perceived as 'nearly new' when only 5% of its utility is gone - so why does society's rules suddenly change when it comes to underwear, Band-aids, and dental floss?

Are we really so shallow that if I wear an otherwise perfectly pressed polo, the whole world should stop and focus on that barely-there Brazil-shaped spaghetti sauce stain, springing from my breast pocket? What is it – are they concerned that I’ll be embarrassed or are they just afraid I may uncontrollably leak some kind of contagious bodily fluid on their floor? I don’t know about you, but if I had to discard every stained or holey garment in my arsenal, I would be left with even fewer FRUITS on my loom than Adam was after he gummed that apple with Eve.

Anyway I have a theory that over the eons, those successive grease spots have knitted together heroically to help waterproof my wardrobe, cuirass my closet, and keep the stitches in my britches. What other explanation can there be as my tattered togas and shredded skivvies continue to hold-up in the face (or the rear as it were) of constant danger and heavy fire? Hey I know I don’t give a ‘Carnegie’ about my clothing but believe it or not I do dress for success. Oh sure I may not always Win over odor-free friends like you have but I can honestly say the way I dress DOES influence people – to STAY AWAY.


  1. I'm with you, as a matter of fact I dress for success everyday as I head to the preschool room.

    My success clothing consist of: a pair of sneakers for chasing kids. Pants with an elastic waist for bending, stretching and sitting on the floor and a comfy but old shirt for being coughed, sneezed and wiped on.

  2. Dude, you are just too funny with the way you put things sometimes, but I absolutely love the way you describe things or situations. You have a real unique way of putting things, and speaking of unique thank you so very much for your comment, and your advice today. I'm also very happy that it was you to be my first blogger to give advice. I totally understand what you said & agree. I think you're right. Please stop by again on a Thursday some time, and see how I'm doing & leave some inspiring comments because right now I can use some. Have a great weekend my friend, and who cares about the spaghetti stain on your pocket. You could always say you tide dyed your clothes, and have stains everywhere! Bring flower power back! lol Have a great weekend.

  3. I never thought of dressing for success to keep people away, but it sounds like a pretty good idea to me!

    They don't dress for nothing anymore.
    They got stripped.
    And searched!
    Due to OBBLEEZZ .

  5. I like to think people don't care how men dress as long as it is not dress. Not that there is anything wrong with that.

  6. Ha! I like to act like a stain on my shirt just got there. "Oh, that! Huh! Well, it must've happened while I was eating my lunch today."