Call him an angry dandy.

My generation has lost the art of presentation. A careless ensemble of degenerates view casual attire as a norm. Don't be bamboozled, however, by their definition of 'casual.' The wreck that follows two horses crashing into one another during a derby is representative of the absolute ineptitude these miscreants display every time they make the voyage into a so called wardrobe. They collide headfirst into studded cement wall. That which clings to the cement could very well be comparable to the clothes they had donned that very morning. From simply ill-fitting pants that belong in Andre the Giant's goodwill pile to an utterly mortifying semblance to a skank country bumkin...what a deep weed-infested ditch they have cast themselves into willingly. Can I bare more ennui or hold more vomit back as I witness this constant parade of shameful dress sunrise to sunset and beyond the protection of day? How is it that we have stumbled upon a time where white athletic socks are ever paired with velcro adidas sandals? How is it the same individuals continue to wear adidas sandals beyond the age of seven?

Some hate vanity and most consider being superficial a character flaw. 'The better you look the more you see,' repeats Glamorama's Victor Ward, more than likely unaware of the validity of his personal mantra. When will the masses sac up and start dressing their age as well as with a critical eye. Mirrors serve one crucial function and with the shear number of men and women falling into the trap of fashionable - literally - reality television, it would be as refreshing as arctic water to see media's effect being expressed on the streets. Remember : 'the better you look the more you see.'