We are the puffy coat family. We all roll out in our down puffy jackets, and we look like huge dorks. The only salve is the fact that everyone I know owns a Patagonia down sweater right now as well.
Now on to some other significant fashion discoveries. We know a couple in town that are in their mid-40s, and quite affluent. They dress like they are extras on a new remake of Oliver Twist. Picture this on a middle-aged man:
She dresses in a similar fashion. Here is my point- at some point in life, you have to make a decision about your appearance; you can either go for "slob" or "well-dressed confident adult." I manage to mix the two. But not my boy J**, whom we shall refer to as "Oliver." He made a conscious decision to stand out in the crowd, by looking like he lives in 19th Century Liverpool. He undoubtedly reached a crossroads, and had a hard choice to make- Oliver Twist, or another option:
Chris Angel. All I'm saying is it is a slippery slope when choosing between several degrees of ass-clownery.
And one other thing- I saw this the other day outside my office:
An adult drives this car. I'm guessing they also have ten or twelve cats and a room full of Beany Babies.