Today the BBC reported that a notice has appeared at a social welfare office in Dublin which warns claimants; “pyjamas are not regarded as appropriate attire when attending Community Welfare Service at these offices” (see here).
Two years ago a Primary School Headmaster in Belfast, wrote to parents asking them not to wear pyjamas whilst dropping their kids off at school (see here). In January 2010 a Tesco in Wales asked customers not to shop in their pyjamas (see here) and more recently, in May 2011, a Middlesbrough head teacher asked parents to get properly dressed before the school run (see here). So what’s with this pyjama party thing?
It would seem that wandering around in your night attire during the day is nothing new, at least to some members of our society but one has to wonder; is this apparent love of pyjamas some sort of fashion statement or simply laziness? Further evidence to support the assumption in general that our society is slovenly and really couldn’t care less?
In many respects, the wearing of pyjamas on the school run is simply an opposite polarity of extreme. Does anyone comment or concern themselves with the mother who spends 2-3 hours getting ready for the school run? The “simply couldn’t set off without getting dressed darling” brigade are, in some respects just as bad. Their number is probably just as great as those who really couldn’t give a shit. We have all seen them, the type that couldn’t possibly venture outside without the correct levels of preparation.
They only set off to deposit heir little cherubs for a daily dose of education, once they are convinced all is absolute perfection. They ensure their hair is groomed to excess, their make-up has to be just so and, after carefully selecting the right ‘label’ from their extensive collection of Haute couture, they grab the designer bling handbag and load their be-labeled brats into the Chelsea Tractor.
After the drop off they’re free to shop for the day and “do lunch” with a select group of their effected friends, prior to the daily nuisance of school pick-up at 3.30pm curtailing their activities. You can hear them all on their pink bejazzled iPhones outside the school gate; “don’t know if I can manage the gym today hon, I need to get to BJ’s coiffure before hitting the town tonight with Hollie-Jo darling. What? Monday? No sorry babes, have to fit my nails in after the sauna and doing lunch with Jessie. I’ll check my sched for next week, laters Mwwwwh!”
Can’t say that I’m particularly keen on either extreme however; as extremes appear to be the the way of our society today, and mostly out way middle of the road normality, I suppose I’ll just have to ignore them!
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As one who has been deeply traumatised by the above, lets ban the whole “going out in pyjama’s thing”. Well at least for those females larger than a size eight. No, I don’t care that I may be offending some “larger” ladies. The sight that met me in our local Tesco’s had me reeling with horror. She had obviously had the articles for many years and was spilling out of them from every opening. She clearly was not wearing underwear, (a topic being discussed loudly and freely by many of the other equaly horrified customers), and there were bits bouncing and flouncing like Graham Norton on speed. Furthermore, as I was trapped halfway down the aisle It suddenly dawned on me what her next move was to be; I tried manfully to barge my way through the arthritic pensioners and teenage mums but to no avail, She did IT, right in front of me, she bent over, Sweet and holy mother of mine, I thought i was being attacked by a grizzly bear ambushing me from a cavern. It was all I could do not to vomit, there were loud gasps of fear from behind me, although I am sure one short sighted Granny went to stroke it before being hauled away by her whimpering family.
Ok maybe a bit of artistic licence here but the base facts are true. This hippocrockopig should have been charged with outraging public decency, and let me tell you, I am not easily shocked.
Ladies (and others of the female genre) of NorthA (the hip way of naming this town, (or so I am told) Stick to what you do best, (Ron Hills and high heels?) and leave the pyjamas for home.
Slainte.
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Hey, thanks for the link! I myself am still divided on the pyjamas outside issue. I certainly advocate the wearing of nightwear that doesn’t actually look like nightwear, but I imagine I’d draw the line at fluffy slippers and sheer nighties. It surprises me that there are so many articles about it actually! Who’d have thought pyjama wearing would be such a contentious issue!
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