I’ve always hated pants, but I do find I wear them. I mean, I wear them to the gym. And when I have to be outdoors for any prolonged period. And really, at times when I am doing things that Carrie Bradshaw was not doing (because Carrie Bradshaw lived in a world where a tutu was an appropriate lower body half covering garment).
However, I was interested to see this Huffington Post piece where a woman talked about what she learned when she didn’t wear pants for a year. Oh! No, she wasn’t naked. She did wear skirts and other ladypart coverings. She didn’t just go around naked. Sorry. Sorry about how that is disappointing and this is not as edgy as it potentially could have been.
Still interesting, though! She said:
At first it started with transparent crinoline skirts that looked like ’80s prom castoffs. The grunge aesthetic was still alive and Courtney Love was an inspiration. Then I stopped wearing the skirts and was only wearing tights, paired with a skeleton shirt. I was the epitome of the gothic punk aesthetic.
In some way, not wearing pants allowed me to push the boundaries of what was sexual. My style was sexualized but in a way that was on my terms. There are so many ways in which our culture directs us to be sexy or sexual, and this was a way that I could own it and feel very comfortable with it. I was never the bubble-gum cheerleader girl, but this was sexy to me. This was not a look that would appeal to the typical audience, but that was never who my style was aimed at.
We once had a girl show up to the office without pants, and no one commented on it, and I always felt really proud of us for that. That is a non sequitur I wanted to share.
Do you wear pants? They’re kind of restricting and not fun, huh? Let’s all go buy some tutus.
Picture via Sex and the City
