I don’t know about you, but when I get done with a busy day at work, I can’t wait to get home and change into my hang-around clothes. Now, for some crazy folks, the preference is to stay in those same work clothes. To get home from a day of tucked in and khaki… and stay tucked in. It’s lunacy to me, but diff’rnt strokes for diff’rnt folks, I suppose.
I’m so anti-button and stuffy clothing that I’ve been known to start the process of undressing before I even get into my actual apartment. Granted, those times have almost exclusively been late at night (either coming home from work or coming home drunk from somewhere else), but still, it speaks to how much I value my clothing-related comfort that I’m willing to appear partially undressed in public.
Don’t get me wrong, men and women alike look nice in work attire. But, that doesn’t men it’s more desirable than a pair of sweats or basketball shorts and that one t-shirt we all have that is so old it’s nearly see through (or, a relic for other reasons… like my mom’s New Jersey Devils shirt—she’s never watched a hockey game in her life).
Polar Opposite of this Feeling?: See paragraph one.