After a long day of work the last thing you want to see is the Grim Reaper slowly stalking you at a steady pace.

I’m warning everyone: I will not be nice. Maybe it’s because I woke up in a crumby mood, maybe it’s because I have no soul… or maybe, just maybe, it’s because after three years of writing WTFRU Wearing?! people STILL insist on dressing like total idiots.

Festival season, that time of year when deluded young beatniks attempt to re-live the glory of Woodstock by paying 12$ for a bottle of water and spend hours in the blistering heat with 40,000 of their closest friends. All that naïveté and hipster posturing makes for a great opportunity to people watch or, in our case, stumble upon a treasure trove of WTFRU Wearing candidates.

He may be bad, but he’s not perfectly good at it.

I was walking home from work the other day and I spotted this fellow from across the street. Please, please, please, don’t tell me to be nice… when this entire outfit makes me wanna be BAD, BAD, BAD… and maybe a little naughty.

This week’s WTFRU wearing was fan submitted and to this fan we have to say: thank you. Thank you for bringing to light a serious problem that has been plaguing mankind since the mid-90s. No matter how hard we try to fight it, it persists and it seems that nothing, short of nuclear assault will make it go away. The sartorial scourge: baggy pants.