I judge gross clothing and their owners

There's this guy who comes to the store every few weeks... we'll call him Screech. So Screech is probably in his late 20's or so and owns a TON of designer jeans (Rock & Republic, True Religion, 7 For All Mankind, etc.). He brings and picks up like ten pairs each time he comes, so he must own at LEAST twenty pairs or something. We don't talk much, but he seemed like a nice enough guy. I figured that a guy who put that much thought into his appearance probably had enough sense to apply this things-on-the-surface-are-meant-to-look-nice philosophy to other areas of his life as well.

Wrong! The other day, Screech brought a leather vest with a huge picture of Yosemite Sam stitched on the back. (Okay, there are already like three things wrong with that image.) Not only is this incredibly tacky... above Yosemite Sam were the words "PUSSY PATROL" in big red letters.

CONS:

1. Screech has revealed his true disgusting nature; therefore I judge him. Harshly. (Even if said vest does not belong to him, he associates with people who would wear that thing and that is also judge-able.) Unfortunately, my involuntary judging of him evokes a sense of shame in my overly P.C.'d brain that tells me repeatedly not to judge. So not only do I feel disgust... I feel guilt. Boo.

2. I am appalled to know that such sexually degrading and aesthetically hideous clothing is actually manufactured and sold. Does the little Vietnamese kid who puts the vest into the machine for stitching wonder why Yosemite Sam would bother assuming said responsibility when he and Sylvester had so few scenes together?

PROS:

1. This situation has refuted my theory that Screech is gay. (He is not gay; he is just disgusting.) But at least I have the truth.



Gross. He just looks so... DIRTY to me now.