Is it just me, or is there anything more eye roll inducing than men who wear shorts in 15 degree weather? I hate that I get so irked by that. I mean, it's not MY legs that exposed to the elements in a Chicago January. It's really no skin off my nose. But, it's just so.... stupid!
I get it when it's 50. Shoot, even 40 and I can relate. But when it's a seasonable January, I just want to walk up to the dude and slap him.
* Edited to add: I just discussed this with Don and it hits me: this is labored, affected insouciance, which IS, ipso facto, irritating. That is all.
