Yesterday, at Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me we saw a rather tubby twenty nothing wearing orange cordory pants, a tight fitting blue sweater and a polo shirt with a popped collar. I don’t think he was going for Irony–and god help him if he was.
Look, in this picture, I’m dressed infinitely better than Mr. Orange Cords, yet the result is the same: I look stupid. It isn’t the hat or the thumbs up. It’s the goddamn collar.
Seriously kids, popping your collar isn’t cool. It makes you a cobag.
If the trend continues, I will use my mad therapeutic skills to save Our Nation’s Youth.