Thank You for The Secret Life of Pants
Remember when girls were not allowed to where pants to school?
If you walked to elementary school in Northern Michigan, this was just plain cruel during the month of January.
We’ve come a long way, Baby! (Thank you Katherine Hepburn.)
And so have Pants!
Our slacks, our breeches, our trousers have evolved to accommodate our need to work in factories, on ranches, and in the harassment laden work place of the female executive.
Now who’s wearing the pants? Ha!
In the same vein of social flexibility, for men, we have had the Sarong, the Kilt, the Cassock, the Fustanella, (Greek) and other garments that did not hold the secret lives of pants.
Quite frankly, I prefer keeping the secret under wraps. It just seems more hygienic when one is sporting an outie instead of an innie.
But I suppose I am not so evolved with appreciation for the man skirt.
My associations with skirts are limited to elementary school pneumonia and hippies squatting in the woods.
There are plenty of good reasons to wear skirts but fashion trends and social repression is not two of them.
We have definitely progressed into a conveniently attired culture with the advent of pants and denim but I still have one tiny complaint…
You know those young fellows who wear their breeches around their thighs to display their boxer shorts, forcing them to walk like ducks with their feet apart instead of investing in a belt? You know, the tragically hip displayers of the tragic hips and a frequent smile from the wrong end of the schtick?
Well.. That’s just Butt Ugly!