Bad Sweater Guy

You look sensational

One wonders how it took the New York Post so long to stumble upon this huge story. But finally the paper found some space to run this most important seasonal tale. Once again, Bad Sweater Guy is called in as the voice of reason to provide his expert commentary. Of course, they left the F. out of his middle name. Nice editing.

The caption that goes with the photo to the left says the woman claims her sweater is a great icebreaker. We don't doubt it. Also good for scraping ice from your windshield on sub-zero mornings.

It's a new blog! In Utah!

The folks at SLC Outsider know a good sweater when they see one. And a good sweater expert.

Bad Sweater in the (Minnesota) Wild

This beauty was spotted by Bad Sweater Guy himself just a few weekends ago at the Metrodome in Minneapolis. It was certainly chilly enough for a sweater, but that doesn't excuse this attack on everyone's sensibilities. We searched in vain to find a discernible pattern or logic to it, but in the end it most closely resembled an old table in the middle of a stripping project gone bad.

Winnipeg, lose a peg

Some people say Ibiza is where all the action's at. Others like Prague. But as this article in the Winnipeg Free Press shows, Winnipeg, Canada, is the place to be during the many long months of winter. Friday's high temperature? Zero. That's the high.

Anyway, Winnipeg (city motto: You know North Dakota? Go Norther!) has a host of bad sweater fans who are more than proud to show off their wares. Some folks in the article claim they invented the concept of bad sweater parties, but oh, the folly of Canadian youth. We just hope they send us some photos of those parties. And frankly, you should do the same.

Cold Affront

Jason from South Florida sends us this terrible sweater that initially made us hungry for a sandwich. He claims that the sweater has green and yellow stripes, but judging by the creepy tendrils, our bets are on another explanation.

But wait -- what's with the rare sweater-shorts combo? Jason explains that it's always hot in Florida, but "when the AC is cranked, you need something more." No, Jason. You need something less.

And where are you working, anyway? A call-in show for shark-bite victims? Shark books to your right, microphone to your left and bad taste all around.