Rise and Shine — and put on some damn clothes!

We’ve all had the 8:30 AM class. Or the 9:00 AM class. Hell, even 10:00 AM is early when you were up until 3:00 the night before, squinting over notes that no longer made any sense.

By Jess

At that time of morning, even the vainest girl barely has enough energy to pull on something resembling clothing and make sure her face is free of pimple-freezing cream. Besides, you’re just gonna be sitting in some classroom for two hours, and it’s guaranteed no one else’s eyes will be open either. So you wore your pajamas to class! Who cares? It’s not like they’ll be able to tell who you are, anyway, with that hoodie pulled over your face.

But here’s my question, what about those girls who wear their pajamajamas past the hour of 1:00 PM? Who are still unable to face the world during at 4:30 PM Zoology lecture class? Do we have empathy for them? Or are we just confused?

Because more often than not, these pajayjay wearing gals are the same gals who hit the weekend in pumps and skirts and a full face of make-up. Once 11:00 PM rolls around, they’re beautiful and shining and wouldn’t be caught dead near anything baggy or ripped. What is this? What kind of phenomenon are we witnessing here?

And you may say, Jess, the weekend is for finding people and for hooking up! Obviously we aren’t going to wear those pants with the cats eating ice cream on them! And I understand this, and agree, but must retort by explaining that the people we want to impress on the weekend still exist during the week. They’re around to see the cat pants and that stained sweatshirt. They hear the shuffle of your slippers across the dining hall.

And while I’m not advocating we make ourselves up for the benefit of others, I think maybe there’s a middle ground certain jammy-loving girls aren’t exploring. Image is far from everything, but when you can’t bare to join the rest of clothes wearing society, don’t be surprised when people question your motivation for waking up in the first place.

And even if they don’t, I will.

Sound off, sweethearts. What’s your opinion on the post-midday-jams?