I am not making this up. Your yoga pants. Men love them. God, how they love them. According to a writer at the Good Men Project:
I’m obsessed with yoga pants. There, I said it. I can’t stop thinking about those damn yoga pants.
While I realize there is nothing shocking or revelatory about a heterosexual male saying that he has become captivated by a female fashion-trend that has obliterated the need for imagination, I like to think my obsession transcends the salacious. I like to envision myself as someone thoughtful and modern and progressive. But when it comes to yoga pants, I’m not.
Yoga pants have brought out my worst chauvinistic characteristics—the characteristics I’d like deny exist inside me. But when it comes to yoga pants, I can’t.
Women are also complicit here. Again, I’m not asserting that the egregious rape-mentality of dangerous men — the ones who believe if a woman dresses provocatively, she is “asking for it” — has any validity. It unequivocally does not. However, I have a hard time believing that — outside of the gym or the yoga classes — women wear yoga pants solely for comfort.