listen. those leggings? they aren’t pants, ok?
my mother, the one and only, had two general approaches to my childhood wardrobe. one extreme: strict regulation, from purchase right on down to outfit execution. other end of the spectrum: total laissez-faire. thus, i spent most of my childhood in very nice, but very uncool jumpers, sundresses and what can best be described as, well, rompers. when she wasn’t picking out my clothes and i was left to my own devices, outfits usually consisted of jeans-or worse, denim shorts- and a tucked in collared shirt. i was also a fan of matching prints. anyway, you get the picture. it was not cute.
fortunately, she did impart a few nuggets of fashion wisdom.
1) (i paraphrase here) girls who dress like sluts get treated as such. word, mommy. right you are.
2) always wear clean undies. who knows when you’ll end up in the emergency room with dirty skivvies. again, solid advice. for the ER and a variety of other contingencies.
3) leggings are not pants. amen, sister, amen.
kk’s general rule of thumb on the leggings was that they were fine under dresses, tunics and various long shirts and blouses SO LONG AS the top covered your crotch and your ass. how simple is that? easy as pie, right?
WRONG. as it turns out, women and girls everywhere are committing this egregious fashion sin left and right. and tomes have been written on this subject. i’m far from the first to be outraged by the downright sacrilege of leggings as pants, and i know i won’t be the last.
so, my fair readers, i’ll simply let the photos (TK, i realize) speak for themselves.
