First, if you don't immediately grasp the meaning of pants today, please do not read the rest of this post. You're happier remaining ignorant (I'm not including any links) and I'll be addressing an audience already vested in the question of what color tie I wore today.
Now that the pants-ignorant (and thus blissful) have left, so's you know, I did wear a purple tie today.
When I first became aware of the Wear Pants to Church people I thought it was silly, poorly described, unnecessarily antagonistically presented, silly, etc etc etc; I rolled my eyes, and proceeded to forget about it, stupidly assuming the rest of the world would do the same.
The rest of the world would not do the same.
Next I was aware, the Pants people had turned into a bevy of shameless media-grubbers, and I went back to the Facebook page, hit DECLINE, and said as much.
To be clear, I am completely in favor of the group's intentions, but I thought the execution was awful and the courting of media frenzy tasteless.
Last night however, I reconsidered my position. Not because I felt any differently about the event, but because of the hater trolls that had come out in force. An army of fools and dopes and crueltymongers had come out to attack the Pants people. And as poorly as they had made their attempt to effect awareness, I never thought they were demons in pantsuits.
No one aware of both me and Pants Day can doubt that I would be aware of the latter.
And so today, in solidarity with the pantsers, I wore a purple tie.
I would rather be intentionally associated with a bunch of media-hungry but good-intentioned social hacks, then mistakenly associated with the hoard of antichristian haters that rose up to attack them.
So yes. Purple I was.
And seriously: Wear pants. As a symbol, it ain't bad.