Is wearing your Sunglasses at night really THAT bad?

As my mentor Corey Hart is so fond of saying “I wear my sunglasses at night, so I can, so I can, forget my name while you collect your claim, And I wear my sunglasses at night, so I can, so I can, See the light that’s right before my eyes”. Cue drum machine. Now I know my fashion sense can at times be a little skewed towards the eighties, and can even be wayward (double denim anyone), but I didn’t think there was anything that wrong with wearing a nice pair of shades of the evening time. Apparently I was wrong.

Friday night I was busily drinking at a bar with friends, (what few I have left after the debacle of this blog) minding my own business with an exceptionally fashionable pair of sunnies on, when I noticed a group of people across the bar laughing at me. Now I admit, this could be for any number of reasons, the least of which might be the ocular accessories adorning my slightly-elephantine ears and obscuring the windows to my soul.

All that was quickly put beyond doubt, however, when a rather frumpy young lady, who until recently had been enjoying the company of the mob of wankers who were laughing at me, came over to my place at the bar, and accused me of being a porn star. This doesn’t sound too bad; in fact if it wasn’t for the way it was said, I would’ve rather enjoyed the accusation. As it was I confirmed her suspicions, and said I was from New York, and was currently filming my third foray into the world of porn. This is where I found out she was actually deriding me for the whole sunglasses thing.

I mean, first Keatsy made me put them on, second it was quite bright in the bar, and third, surely I have the right to enjoy my own sense of fashion, without being laughed at, and more importantly, accused of being a wanker by a group that frankly were none too fashionable themselves. I mean it’s doubtful that upturned collars were ever in, but even if they were, they certainly aren’t now. And redheads that look they’re on steroids are never anybody’s favourite. At least I have the benefit of being so far behind the times I don’t even look like I am trying to follow the fashion of the time.

So my question to everyone is this; ‘Is wearing your sunglasses at night really that bad?’ I mean, I can almost understand the girl at Red Square who had a shit at me for wearing a lime green safari suit and dancing better than her. I can even understand the tough guys who thought it was funny to accuse me of being gay when I was wearing a white suit, with a pink shirt, and looked better than they ever would. But I thought I was at least capable, of if not being a tiny little bit fashion conscious, at least aware of the fact if I was being just completely wrong. Apparently not.