Did anyone watch Good Morning America this morning? They paraded four women around Manhattan seeing if anyone noticed they were wearing “pajama jeans”.
Good thing I DVR’d the show. I was so appalled the first time I watched the segment, I think I may have briefly blacked out. I get that pajama jeans are comfy. I get that they are convenient to grab, put on and go. And I also get that pajama jeans come in a wide variety of sizes, shapes, styles and colors.
But, for the love of God and all that is pure in this world, they are PAJAMAS!
Remember when people used to dress up to go on airplanes? Yes, neither does the rest of the world. Now bejeweled flip-flops are considered high fashion 20,000 feet in the air.
In the segment, the four women first went shopping with a high-end couturier, supposedly to dress up their pajama jeans. Then it was off to have lunch at a swank restaurant followed by cocktails at an elegant hotel, all wearing their pajama jeans. Finally, they sashayed down a mock runway and had several clothing designers give them the 411.
The designers gave them an “A” for effort, and an “F” for failure. At least they were kind about it. I would have bitch-slapped all four of them in to next week. Don’t get me wrong, there’s a time and a place for such apparel. It’s called your BED. Or, perhaps, the grocery store at three in the morning if you have the stomach flu and need some 7-UP.
The women finally came to their senses by the end of the piece. They admitted there was really no way to make these stylish. (THANK YOU BABY JESUS!) The segment ended with the reporter mentioning that not only were these all the rage, but soon they were going to unveil a line of MEN’S pajama jeans.
Where are the smelling salts? I think I’m about to black out again.
For the record…there is no place in society for women to be wearing pajama bottoms of any sort out public. If you can put your two legs into a pair of pajamas, then put on some jeans or even sweat pants. Show some self respect woman. On the flip side of this argument, I was recently at a party where husbands were asked about their least favorite item of clothing of their wife. Over 70% said flannel pajama bottoms. I posited that these pajama jeans might be a more comely solution to resolve this marital strife.
What drivel. Why I don’t watch TV.