When going out to your favorite local drinking and dance establishment, I ask that you leave one thing at home. Your sweatpants.
Yes, sweatpants. The epic piece of clothing that brings you and I great warmth and comfort. Despite their upgrade over the past ten years, from elastic cuffs and heather gray blah-ness to boot cut legs and the whole fucking rainbow of colors, it is still NOT OKAY to wear sweatpants to the bar. Ever. Or to a variety of other locations like on a first date or to a job interview. It just reads sloppy and lazy.
I am not anti-sweatpants. Wear them with pride while grocery shopping or while cuddling with your favorite lady while watching porn. They are my go-to pants for long road trips and for covering up after a swim on a crisp evening. But, when I want to present my best to the world in a social or professional setting, I leave the heavy cotton at home.
Plus, they make your ass look really saggy which makes this butch-butt loving lady very sad.