I admire people who wear sweatpants and hoodies on flights. They just don’t care what those around them think of their style — they just want to be comfortable for the 10-hour ride ahead.
I am not one of those people. I care. I always wash and blow-dry my hair before getting into an airplane and I select my clothes carefully so I look semi-decent for the flight and the inevitable post-airport trek to my final destination. Sometimes, that means sacrificing comfort for elegance. Yes, that makes me vain. I’m okay with that.