I'll admit it. I'm rather partial to all things polyester; I have to say, though, polyester can have it's downside.
Obviously the guys who invented polyethylene terephthalate didn't live in a hot climate. If they had they'd have realized that polyester is not a breathable fabric. Seriously. Do you ever see desert nomads in National Geographic wearing polyester? They know better. Loose-fitting cotton. That's the way to go.
So I ask myself, since I grew up in Memphis and lived to Dallas for 6 years, how did I develop such a penchant for wearing double-knit, bell-bottomed trousers and butterfly-collared shirts? Air-conditioning. Ahhhh air conditioning. That wonderful invention that allows one to wear the most tightly-woven, insulatory fabric even at the height of the hellaciously hot summer.
Before moving to California, I always worked in office buildings where the mercury sat at a brisk 50 degrees. I could wear polyester with wreckless abandon, without fear of sweat stains. Then, one day, I moved to California and everything changed. You see, in California, air conditioning is not the norm and our office building (at my day job) sometimes feels like a greenhouse. As you can imagine, my penchant for vintage fabrics has lead to some, shall we say, unpleasantries. Suddenly I felt a little less "Sure®" of myself. I worried that I'd fail the sniff test when my own trapped sweat strained to escape it's prison of polyester. I could sense that a not-so-fresh feeling was just around the corner. That's when it hit me. It was time to switch to T-shirts.
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