Beware the hoodie
I just picked up my new Hanes catalog at the mailbox and as I was thumbing through it … gasp! Hoodies! At least five different pictures. Two were of a very attractive young white female model peering flirtatiously from under her hoodie. Then there’s a good looking Hispanic woman sporting a white hoodie. My favorite hoodie, however, is the navy waffle weave worn by a ruggedly handsome man leaning casually against the mast of his sailboat. (He can threaten me any day.) And who knows what hoodies lurk in those other three catalogs … L.L. Bean, Lands’ End, and One Hanes Place.
However, my most shocking hoodie discovery came last night, right in my own bedroom. That’s right, folks. Grandma’s bathrobe is a hoodie.