It is entirely beyond me why on earth anyone cares about a flying dress code. I will confess to gleefully wearing shorts and sandals for business flights in first class, because maybe I enjoyed thumbing my nose at the uptight ‘only suits deserve respect’ attitude. I can’t tell you how often I’d get the ‘sir, this is…

Well I appreciate you judging me on a long flight based on what I wear. Is it possible that I don’t need business casual and comfort is a must?

Being rude does not fall under the same umbrella as not caring what people think of you based on the way you dress.

How is dressing in sweats on any way “rude”? I can understand the disgust if someone wears obviously unwashed clothes that reek of sweat and a week of wear, but why should I give a shit how you think I look? What investment do you have in whether I’m in a stiff suit or my soft and comfortable lounge pants and hoodie?…

Trying what? To impress strangers?

Or don’t care what a stuck up person like you thinks.

I don’t think dressing nicely correlates to being considerate, even though both fall into the broad category of “caring what other people think”. In fact, I think the opposite argument can be made. Caring a lot about superficial appearance for it’s own sake primes a mindset where you feel comfortable making all kinds…

Counterpoint:
I’d rather wear sweatpants in public than walk around in a suit.

Jeans and at shirt is the maximum I’ll give to anyone who isn’t getting married, on a date with me, or paying my salary. I honestly don’t see any difference in someone in a suit vs another guy in sandals, shorts, and a loose fitting shirt at work. Provided both of them are clean and don’t smell bad. And cologne counts…

Or just stop caring what random people think of you, especially since you likely won’t ever talk to/see them again.

He should have Czekaj’d himself before he Wzekaj’d himself.

The results are scripted, but they are 100% wrestlers.

Ah yes. He’s mad that trucks are parked in front of his property. The logical action is to render them immobile.

I bet you’re fun at parties.

Thinking about baseball should have delayed the need to even have this party.

No offense, but I think we should be past the whole “this isn’t just like the comics I’m used to” phase of superhero movie consumption. Do you honestly care that her name isn’t specifically Mary Jane? Do you really want to see that same old familiar story carried over into another film series?

It’s like charring your steak to a crisp and then drowning it in ketchup.

It’s like taking a dump midcourt after you finish your pickup game and leaving. Messes everything up for the groups behind you and the janitor who has to clean it up (in this case, the groundskeeper who is gonna have to repair the damage). Complete lack of awareness/compassion for anyone else. In other words, this one…

Okay, but people pay $300K for memberships to his golf course. If I invite you over to my house for Christmas and take a dump on the rug, sure it’s technically still my call, but I’m also a huge dick for doing so.

Can we just play through this Presidency?