Now that we’re open, let’s talk about clothes.
For 12 months, considering the fact that the coronavirus lockdown began, New Yorkers have been slumming it in their pajamas and sweaty health club attire. They are “working from home” — still dressing like slobs. From CEOs and Broadway stars to Wall Streeters and income clerks, anyone has been united by elastic waistbands and a lack of deodorant.
Time for a Zoom conference! You open your laptop computer and are shocked to discover that your manager, who earns in the higher six figures, has turned into Grizzly Adams with a grease-stained Lynyrd Skynyrd T-shirt. Your formerly Style-A co-worker is now the “Hoarders” lady who’s “not sure” of the whereabouts of her 74th cat. We had been all in this state of sloth collectively.
But it need to end. Phase A single: Get your s - - t collectively, fellas.
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