Folks, I’m not above admitting I’m wrong. Not terribly long ago I wrote a post where I railed against sweatpants. I said they had no place in the public eye and that unless you’re lounging at home with no intent to leave the house you shouldn’t be wearing them. I was wrong about that. Kind of. I still loathe those big baggy grey sweats that absolutely no one has ever looked good in. However, I have since written that post purchased a couple of pairs of sleeker athletic sweats for my job and I’ve become a bit of a convert….
Alright, here is the deal. I had originally planned to make a review about a newly released movie for today, but I unfortunately made the choice to go see Gringo, a dark-comedy action movie and holy guacamole was it ever bad. A complete dumpster fire of a film and I really don’t want to talk about that, so instead here is this. I don’t like wearing sweatpants in public. Within my own home I’ll rock sweats harder than models at the Met Gala. When I’m outside and other people can see me though, hard pass. It’s really simple for me….