Among my casual goals for 2007 was to be generally nicer. Not necessarily to people I know - to them I'm plenty nice. More to the anonymous souls - people I do not and will never know.

So when I first saw the photo below, I had lots to say about it, but vowed to let it go.

Well, I cannot let it go. Every time I look at this, it sets me off. Hearty laughter. Sheer horror.

For I just don't think I've ever seen such a sight:




















For those who don't know, this is an internet celebrity of sorts. I do not read his work, but am aware that many people do.

So.

Admittedly, my concern for my personal appearance has waned as the years have passed. The "I could give a crap" phase is coming along quite nicely as I hurtle toward the end of my 30s. In fact, yesterday I traveled home on two planes from halfway across the country without showering. Hey, you have to be on an airplane at 5:50 a.m. Something's gotta give, and a time-wasting trip to the water closet was the first thing to go.

And sometimes, when I know I'm not doing much of anything, particularly anything that requires leaving the house, I wear some shady outfits. I'm currently wearing shorts that resemble the ones this gent is sporting, along with a t-shirt I got my freshman year of college, which looks every bit of almost 20 years old.

But I am not going anywhere except to bed. I am not walking the streets with my rolling attache (which, as an aside, makes me wonder if he's on his way to a business meeting. I would pay cold, hard cash to be sitting in that room when this walked in). I am also not a pseudo-celebrity who has made a name for himself ripping the appearance of others.

Truly, I am trying to be nicer. But if people are going to throw this sort of thing out there, I mean, really. A person can only take so much. I have limits, dammit.