A Nation of Slobs

This is Froma Harrop describing a terminal at Chicago’s O’Hare Airport:

There, a nation of slobs paraded through the crossroads of America. Frayed denim hems swept the filthy floor. Cleavage poured out of T-shirts bearing vulgar messages. Big bellies flowed over the waists of jeans. Mature women waddled in stained sweat suits. Some passers-by stuffed their mouths with pizza as they walked.

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  1. Larry C. says:

    See previous post. Maybe the Neanderthal genes are still with us.

  2. Bruce says:

    Watch old movies, like “The High and the Mighty,” to see what flying used to be like.

  3. Devon Herrick says:

    I had a 90-minute layover at Chicago O’Hare recently, while on a trip from Louisville to Newark. If memory serves me correctly, my fellow travelers looked better dressed, and more physically fit, than the general population. Either Froma flew on a bad day — or the U.S. population is far more slovenly than I realized!