My favorite sweatshirt does not belong to me, it belongs to the mister. It is not my favorite because it smells like his cologne or because I have some strange attachment to things that belong to him.
(The opposite is more often true; I occasionally have dreams about setting fire to his belongings, particularly the pile of shit by the front door, because I think he sets up in such a way that when I come home at midnight and all the lights are off [because why would he leave a light on for me?], I am guaranteed to trip over something that belongs to him and take a facer.) (There’s apparently some bitterness there. Who knew?)
Anyway, my favorite sweatshirt is a men’s large sweatshirt. It’s cozy. The sleeves are long enough, the shirt itself is long enough, and it’s loose enough to be comfortable.
Why can’t I find this in women’s clothing? Everything is fitted and designed to be tight. There’s no baggy, loose, comfortable style. Everything, from hoodies to sweat-pants is designed to follow curves. This wouldn’t bother me if it weren’t for the fact that I’m wearing these clothes to be comfortable – I don’t want to spend the day yanking down the hem of my sweatshirt because it’s designed to show that inch of my belly above the top of my pants, or trying to pull my pants up to avoid that awful butt-crack exposure.
I think there’s something wrong with demanding women be sexy and alluring when they’re wearing the sweatpants. Can’t we just wear sloppy clothes and be comfortable?
Is that too much to ask?