WTF Wednesday! (2)

Welcome back to WTF? Wednesday!  As a matter of fact, welcome back for the second time that WTF? Wednesday has appeared on Thursday.  There is a legitimate reason for this, but I am afraid that if I told you, you probably wouldn’t believe me, so I’ll just let it go, and simply say that whether it is Wednesday or Thursday, I am glad to see you.

This week’s WTF? Has been percolating in my tiny little Gunfighter brain for a good long while now, and it truly came to a head over the last three weeks.  As you all know, and certainly don’t need me to tell you, Spring has finally sprung.   Of course the weather in May varies from place to place all over the world, and this is no less true here, in these United States.

In the great Commonwealth of Virginia, where I have the deep pleasure to reside, the weather has gone from pleasantly not-cold to nearly sultry in a short period of time, and the result of this is that people have rapidly shed their winter clothing.  While this can be considered a good thing by most people, it has had a profound effect on someone like me, who considers himself an observer of the human condition (which might just be a nice way of saying that I am a nosey-parker). 

Anyway, as I have been sitting in the car line in front of Soccer Girl’s school for the last several afternoons, I have noticed a pattern emerging from my group of mom-friends.  Yes, I said “mom-friends”  I said this because I am one of the dads who does afternoon pick-up, but we are relatively few in number.  Anyway, I often chat with the moms (the ones I can stand to talk to, anyway) about a whole lot of nothing if I bother to park the car and stand out in front of the school, but since I have been getting back into town from work in a more timely manner of late, I’ll just get in the car line, as I can be right at the front door if my timing is good.

So, as the weather warmed up, I began to notice what seem to be a de facto uniform amongst the stay at home moms that I regularly see.  The uniform goes something like this:  Capri pants (or do they call them crop-pants these days?) a sleeveless polo or sleeveless button-down shirt, and some god-awful Crocs or Birkenstock sandals.

WTF?

Is there some sort of Suburban Mom Style Manual that I haven’t heard about?

Now, since many of the folks who read this blog are moms, I want to put out the call and ask:  WTF is up with the outfit?  @ SG’s school, this outfit is usually accompanied by an all-important accessory, a smaller sibling in the 2 to 4 year old range, as well as hair that isn’t quite clean, and often, in the case of one of the more irritating moms, BRALESS!  Now, I have to say that the sight of thinly covered, unrestrained breasts has never caused me any ill-effects in the past, it certainly is doing so now.

NOW HEAR THIS, BOOBIE WOMAN!  Put those things away!  No… really.  It’s not a cute look.  It’s not cute, especially when it looks like you may not have bathed in the last 24 hours, or trimmed your toenails in the last 24 weeks!  Ewww.

Seriously, moms… help a brother out!   WTF is up with the outfit?