The inexcusable jacket

There is just no excuse for the puffy jacket. None at all.

The puffy jacket was for the eighties and the nineties, when they hadn't quite got their head wrapped around the art of sartorial insulation. When warmth was merely a function how much cottonwool you could put between yourself and the world. But today, the puffy jacket should be made instantly illegal.

It's a winter jacket that is not waterproof.
Unbelievably, it's a winter jacket that is not wind-proof.
And what's more, it turns you instantly into a human lollipop.

That's right, there is simply no excuse for the puffy jacket.

Unless, of course, you're a toddler, for those critters seem like they need as much insulation as possible from everything they run into, and should probably be wearing puffy jackets all year round, even in the summer.

But for everyone else, for gawd's sake get yourself a normal jacket. And if you're in the subway in your puffy jacket, and you bounce off the wall because you failed to anticipate how your jacket doubled your size, and bump across the carriage into me flailing your puffy arms, you know why I'm giving you dirty looks.

Because there's simply no excuse.