It’s always amused me that there is this bizarre (to me) subculture that is militantly anti-shorts. It’s always someone from like Scotland or New Hampshire. My dude, I’m not wearing pants in Florida from April to October unless I have a funeral, wedding (maybe!), court appearance, or in-person business event. And I’m only wearing socks if God appears and instructs me to do so in person–which, given I am entirely unreligious, isn’t much of a risk.
Actually, more context: my Floridian spouse is weirded out that I wear shorts in the cold, but I picked that up in a cold climate on a farm: my legs don’t get cold, and wearing pants to throw hay at cows doesn’t really check out.
Growing up in coastal California, the uniform for all genders was shorts and a hoodie, often of the Mexican variety.
Now I’m old and my shorts wearing habit is apparently dad mode.
Whatevs with the dad thing. Be comfortable.
Being comfortable IS Dad Mode.
It’s always amused me that there is this bizarre (to me) subculture that is militantly anti-shorts. It’s always someone from like Scotland or New Hampshire. My dude, I’m not wearing pants in Florida from April to October unless I have a funeral, wedding (maybe!), court appearance, or in-person business event. And I’m only wearing socks if God appears and instructs me to do so in person–which, given I am entirely unreligious, isn’t much of a risk.
Today is the first I’ve ever heard of anti shorts. The world is weird, man.
Same, and I hope it’s the last too
Actually, more context: my Floridian spouse is weirded out that I wear shorts in the cold, but I picked that up in a cold climate on a farm: my legs don’t get cold, and wearing pants to throw hay at cows doesn’t really check out.
I do wear shorts, actually mostly skorts, but I’m never quite brave enough to wear them to work.
Same here, but I’m from north of Sac. My wife doesn’t understand the shorts with a hoodie combo.