Have Some Respect


I might make some enemies by talking about this – and I don’t care. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, including me…I’m tired of seeing people out in public in their pajamas! Or their dirty sweats. “Casual” has been taken to a whole new level, a level of inappropriate. I don’t believe that women should have to wear a full face of make-up and their string of pearls just to go grocery shopping, but for the love of God, at least put some pants on!

I don’t always look my best or have the time to perfectly style my hair and apply make up, but it would take some very extreme circumstances to force me out into public while wearing my pajama bottoms. I at least throw on a pair of jeans, comb my hair, and apply some mascara. It’s not because I’m vain. It’s not because I’m trying to impress anyone.  It’s because I respect you – the other people out in public. You don’t want to see me in my faded leggings and bed head anymore than I want to see you in yours. When did we lose this respect for our fellow humans? When did it become acceptable to venture into public wearing boxers as outerwear?

I call it manners. Manners are our way of respecting each other, and wanting other people to feel comfortable. Proper behavior includes a certain way of acting that keeps us from looking inappropriate and being offensive to other people, which makes them uncomfortable. It’s looking beyond ourselves and seeing that we share the world (the super market, the school, the dentist office, the restaurant etc.) with other people who may not want to see our underwear. We may not have to look at ourselves, but other people do. Those other people might appreciate it if you showered once every few days, or washed your sweats. They might appreciate it if you combed your hair. They might be more comfortable if you wore shorts that actually covered your bottom. They might not want to hear your explicit language and curse words.

I’m not being judgmental. I just think our culture has become very self-centered and adopted this whole attitude of “I’ll do whatever I want, I don’t care what you think” and we have completely lost sight of what common decency and manners are all about. We SHOULD care what others think.

When you are in your own home – fine, anything goes! I don’t shower every day and I certainly don’t wear make up, and not every thing I wear around the house is “decent”. But if I’m going somewhere public, I respect the rest of the human race enough to take a little effort to make sure I look presentable, smell decent, and am covered in all the right places. Maybe this is just an extremely old fashioned notion, but I’m tired of looking at people walking around in public and professional places looking like they just rolled out of bed….or worse.

Let’s take steps to start showing more respect to one another, and we can start by wearing pants!!!

About jenna

Jenna has been an oilfield wife for over 12 years. Her Hot Oil Man husband started working in the oilfield a few months before they were married. The oilfield has lead them all the way from Northern CO to Alaska, where they've lived in the Matanuska Valley for 4 years. The family consists of their two children; a strong-willed daughter age 10, and a goofy son age 7. And of course what family would be complete without a couple of dogs and rabbits thrown in the mix. Jenna is a stay at home mom who doesn't “stay at home” much, and enjoys gardening, baking, reading, watching movies, four wheeling, hiking, fishing, and LOVES shopping. Since moving to the last frontier they have also started home schooling, which is another adventure all it’s own.


  1. Thank you!!!!!!!! I’m with you 100%! It’s crazy ppl walking around in flannel pjs with Mickey Mouse on them. Grown ppl! Put on some decent clothing! I don’t want to see your pjs!
    & the cussing… Oh don’t get me started! Lol! I have told ppl, “I have small children that don’t need to hear that in the walmart parking lot.” Some apologize, some don’t. But sheesh! When did cussing wherever you want become okay?!?!

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