The underlying philosophy of wearing pajamas in public escapes me.
I’m not referring to just running out to the front yard for a few seconds to grab the newspaper by the dawn’s early light while wearing your Snoopy PJs. We’re talking about going to town dressed for bed.
I harbor no ill will toward anyone who dresses differently than me. Some members of my family used to watch the spectacle of Liberace when he made TV appearances wearing enough sparkly attire to be visible from other galaxies. And I was a fan of Elton John – even back in the days when he was performing while dressed as a duck.
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