How to ruin my day.

You will have to comment softly today, as I am a bit hungover. My gin-headache was sorely exacerbated by what I saw walking into work this morning, namely a fifty-year-old woman in a MAUVE PLAID GAUCHO SUIT.

A pinkish, plaid suit. With gauchos instead of pants.
I considered just turning straight around and calling it a day, driving home to curl up under the covers and weep for a world where one can even procure a MAUVE PLAID GAUCHO SUIT. But I put on my game face—replacing the mask of horror I had been wearing previously—and marched behind this woman across the parking lot and through security to the elevators. I had been hoping that security would stop her, but they did not. We live in America, after all, and here it is not illegal to wear things like MAUVE PLAID GAUCHO SUITS. But wouldn’t it be lovely if it were?
Perhaps we could modify the Miranda Warning, renaming it the Carmen Miranda Warning (I don’t care if Bananas Is Your Business, fruit hats flatter no one). Then I could walk up to that pink-gaucho-suited woman and say sternly: “You have the right to remain stylish. Anything you wear can and will be used against you in a court of law…”

Some other crimes whose perpetrators I would like to see prosecuted:

Mullet in the First Degree: Also known as Mullet with Intent, these are generally mullets that the defendant obviously put a lot of thought (premeditation) into, often by perming the top portion of the hair. Remember, law students: Intent follows the Mullet!

Felony Mullet: A mullet that co-occurs with another crime, such as Soliciting (My Disgust).

Criminal Negligence: I’m glad you’re comfortable, but a sweatsuit is a sweatsuit, I don’t care if it did cost $300 and says “Whore!” in glitter across your ass.

Accessory: Is that a hideous and impractical jeweled clutch in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?

Reckless Endangerment: You can’t wear a lime-green turtleneck bodysuit with shoulder cutouts in a crowded theater.

Endangering the Welfare of a Child: Did you just expose your child to the sight of your dimpled buttocks hanging from a pair of cutoffs? I’m afraid you’ve forfeited your parental rights.

Arson (Of My Corneas): Roberto Cavalli, this means you.

Assault (Upon the Sensibilities): Are you a hat that can be measured in gallons? A thong visible above a pair of low-rise jeans? A pant bound to the foot by a stirrup? Excuse me while I find my billy club.

Depraved Indifference to Human Life: Four words—MAUVE PLAID GAUCHO SUIT.

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As long as I am venting my ire, a note to the Lifetime network, which cancelled tonight’s double feature of “Fifteen and Pregnant” and “Unwed Father”:
I HATE YOU.