The Problem with Pyjamas

I am by no means a fashion guru. Nor am I a person who regularly knocks clothing choices, no matter how much I would never make certain choices for myself. You wanna wear socks with sandals? Be my guest. It is not a pet peeve of mine. I couldn't really care less.

And I'm all about lounging around the house in pyjamas. Lots of Saturdays I will stay at home in my PJs all day. Come on, admit it - it's nice to let yourself go once in awhile. Trust me, I do it all the time.

That's why it's odd that I am about to go off on a rant about how much I detest seeing people over age 6 wearing pyjamas in public. I can't help it, it really bothers me.

I remember in university I would be sitting in class and these frazzled early-20ish girls would regularly burst through the door ten minutes late wearing huge, fuzzy slippers that neatly matched their flannel pyjama pants. Their hair would be in a messy bun and they would be donning a neon lanyard with several sets of keys attached. The attire sent an intended message loud and clear: "Oh yeah. Look at me. I'm a residence chick."

It wasn't the bun or the lanyard that irritated me. It was the laziness; the atmosphere of inertia and lethargy that they brought to the room. Some of us were there because we had paid large sums of money to learn a thing or two, which would in turn (hopefully) guarantee us a job in the future. Let's face it, looking at a bunch of young adults who can't even get themselves dressed in the morning doesn't exactly scream to the world: "We are the future." And if it does then I envision a pretty bleak future.

I enjoy a lackadaisical dress code policy here and there. When I taught in Korea, I wore basically whatever I wanted to school. At my new school, us teachers can wear jeans if we feel like it (provided they are not ripped to pieces and aren't our "painting jeans.") I believe one can still look professional in jeans; after all, it's just another material. Freedom of fashion!

Flannel, too, is just another material. The difference, though, is that pyjamas are intended for sleep. Sleep and lounging. It's a true story, just check here.

The thought of rolling out of bed and right into class kind of makes me cringe. I could certainly be more industrious, but come on, I am not that indolent. I can dress myself in the morning. My mom taught me how when I was oh, about four.

I guess I shouldn't let it get to me. To each his own, I suppose. And we did have pyjama day at my school on Monday. I admit, I loved it. So, maybe the solution lies in my primary school. Maybe the solution is in a day designated as: "pyjama day." There you go, "international pyjama day." It's not a bad idea. It could work. And if it wakes the world up and forces them to dress themselves for the other 364 days of the year - I say we make it a law.