excursions in aversion, part II

Music: Cliff Martinez: Solaris (2011)

Pajama separates trouble me.

I was in T.J. Marshalls today to pick up a nice All-Clad pan that I spied and should have bought yesterday, as someone else also spied it and bought it. On my way out I slummed through the clothes and was instantly annoyed: there was row after row of nice, button up pajama tops, but no matching pants. There were rows and rows of "lounge wear" bottoms, but no matching tops.

In recent years I have noticed various "designers"---if that's what you call folks who use underpaid children in countries across the globe to make their clothes---who now only make pajama bottoms but no matching tops. I suppose this is because, presumably, men do not like to lounge in matching pajamas.

This man, however, does. This man has even been known to iron his pajamas. Some of us lounge in matching style and smoke pipes and read books.

I suppose some dolt at Ralph Lauren's lower circle of hell (the one dedicated to making inferior Ralph Lauren products to sell directly to stores like T.J. Marshall's) decided that there would be a market for pajama tops without matching bottoms. Now, in what world does that really work? Who buys a plaid pajama top with long sleeves and then wears it around with sweat pants?

In a just and civilized world a man would not be forced to look so hard for matching pajamas.