I am a fan of the long sweater. They are more than certainly out of fashion and will show up on the fugly list of don’ts, but I love them.
They keep my ass warm.
More importantly, they keep my ass covered.
But, they also make me feel like Superman. Or Supergirl, who never was very super but she did have a cape. These super hero feelings may have some relation to my crazy arm swinging strut that gets the sweater flicking from side to side resulting in a bit of visual trickery in which I appear to be flying the speed of light.
I’m just trying to keep moving so no one tries to look at my ass.