As a young teen, I would beg my mother to let me wear blue jeans. Her response was always a very forceful “No!”
Her rationale was the fact that she felt they were unladylike. I finally got my first pair after I was married. They were baggy and had the look of someone who was about to plow the North 40. My kids practically lived in overalls called OshKosh B’Gosh, which were all the rage, and my husband had a grownup version. I loved how comfortable my jeans were, and they really suited my lifestyle. A T-shirt and a pair of sneakers was all you needed to get through the day.
Well, blue jeans have certainly evolved and transitioned into an entire industry that seems to have created a national uniform for most Americans. When I travel I see hordes of people wearing them. There are still individuals attired in the slouchy jeans of my generation, but some of the newer versions look more like applied body paint.
Recently I was in the airport sitting at a coffee shop when I happened to notice a few women standing in line waiting to get served. They all had jeans on, but they were so tight they looked as if they were going to shred into a million pieces if they made one wrong move. As I continued to observe them, I kept thinking, “How do they get them on or off?”
I gave up wearing panty hose because I would often feel like a sausage. I hate tight anything because it makes me feel like I’ve been captured by maniacal fashion designers who care more about their designs than how they look or feel on real people. Believe me, I’m not advocating for shrouds, but shouldn’t there be a modicum of common sense around what we look like?
Tight jeans, tight underwear, tight anything has some unhealthy side effects. Skin and our parts are supposed to be able to breathe and have circulation available to them. I’m surprised there aren’t more people calling 911, because they can’t get their pants off and are being strangled by them. The other issue for me is that a lot of individuals who encase themselves in tight jeans should find a three-way mirror and have a good look. They just may think twice before they go out the door.
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I think those real tight jeans you were observing on the women in the airport are a new fashion trend called “jeggings.” They are not quite jeans but more like leotards with pockets. I hope this helps.
This is such a funny point of view. I sometimes feel like a sausage, when I am a VICTIM of fashion.
Keep writing, I enjoy your spin on things!
Sitting in de Gaulle airport a few weeks ago, we saw gals who, I’M SURE, put their jeans on when they were *13* and have *never* taken them off … that’s how tight they were. They were jeans — I’m sure, and were ATTACHED to their bodies!!! Some of these women actually have the figure for it … most, however, DO look like sausages!!! I can’t imagine the discomfort!!