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Wednesday, April 25, 2012


P.J. O'Rourke just keeps getting better and better the older and drunker he gets. Enter this round of making fun of the adult man-child that sill wears shorts.
When I board an airplane these days, all the middle-aged men are dressed like me—when I was an 8-year-old. They’re in shorts and T-shirts. And it’s not just on airplanes. It’s in business offices, teachers’ lounges, and churches.


Yeah, there's really no reason for a grown man to dress like Dennis the Menace. His last line nails it:
And (we’re not getting younger) you can’t go to the grave wearing shorts and a T-shirt, either. The one place where a dress code reliably obtains is among morticians. You will be wearing a suit when you’re dead.

If your family and friends have never seen you in a suit before, there’s a chance that you’ll be mistaken for the funeral director. You really don’t want people leaning over your casket, asking, “How much is this costing us?”
Time to put on some big-boy pants!

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