I’m wearing my office clothes in the mission right now. I probably look like a bigger freak then the crackheads with no pants on
— xtina (@Animaldance) June 28, 2012
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38 Responses to “Wearing your office clothes in the Mission”
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I don’t get it?
Than. Jesus H Christ. Than. We’re really going to slowly (or rapidly) lose every single word that is a similar word changed by one letter or an apostrophe.
It’s a tweet. Relax. Civilization is not collapsing. Or to the extent that it is collapsing, it’s not primarily because of twitter typos.
Many of your sentences lack subjects, verbs, and objects.
Within the context of this comment, those are interjections. I’ll allow it.
-Internet Grammar Police
Let’s get this straight: you read this post, and your complaint is with the grammar?
Yikes. That’s the least troubling thing about this.
How bout this: Fuck all ya’ll suck my dick. I’m better then you. See what I did there? It kind of hurts doesn’t it? also – It’s not a typo. It’s sooo not a typo.
Also*
Actually you look like the straight bros from the ‘rina eating at Tacolicious and drinking at Dr. Teeth, or the [tech company] t-shirt, dockers and brown shoes crowd, and the little UC Berkeley twinkies that they date.
In other words you look like a local.
poop head likes this
It’s true. It’s fancy these days all over the Mission.
WOW OFFICE CLOTHES? THATS FUCKING EXTREME.
MORE EXTREME CONTENT THANKS GUYS.
The plight of the over-privileged. That’s what I learn this post; good to know what’s really going through some kids minds.
Bet she says ohhh myyyy gawwwd a few times a day. What a wacky move wearing clothes
Oh I don’t know, a tube-top and stretchy lamé pants? People will probably think you wandered over from the ‘Loin.
SNAP!
Yes, you are indeed a freak for taking the time to Tweet this at all.
how preppy i look is directly related to the amount of psychedelics and/or disassociatives i plan to do in the park that day
I go aganst the grain by wearing a Pendleton instead of a thrift store flannel.
I go simultaneously with and against the grain by wearing a Pendleton FROM a thrift store.
I wish I could find one in a thrift store..
you can, but since they are wool, they are shrunk beyond usefullness to sub-medium and given to thrift stores.
I tried wearing a nice sport jacket and trousers, with a clean shirt and tie, and an expensive hat, in The Mission, and people did, in fact, stare at me — some made admiring comments. The thing is, it’s a lot of work to get that dressed-up just to go out for a bottle of Ancient Age.
That’s the only AA I would ever try.
That’s one of the best reasons to get dressed up! My hero.
Stay classy, San Francisco.
Kee-righst Almighty–this is just a silly little tweet about a mildly amusing situation. I’m sure the author simply had a little chuckle at her sartorial situation and decided to post a little tweet. Isn’t that kinda the nature of tweets anyways??
I’m with you. That part is no big deal. It’s the fact that 20something Techsters cant write simple sentences that bothers me. I did no judging on the quality of a trivial tweet.
business shirt and slacks, untucked w/ no jacket, drunk in front of double dutch cuz they’re scared to go in skylark and graduated from blondie’s = douche patrol in effect every weekend.
On Fridays I wear my Mission clothes in the office.
XTREME!
Whatever. People do not stare. I’ve gone to Zeitgeist in a suit. Worn business casual to Phone Booth. If anything, it makes you invisible.
Dunno about that, anytime I’ve seen someone in a suit at a dive bar, generally the person is stared at.
Maybe you’re staring; everyone else is busy drinking and doing their own thing.
If you say so.
BS.
Nope.
That’s what you tell yourself, Mr. Bond.
No deals.