I have completed some college rites of passage.
Staying up too late to work on a paper. Embarking on an obtuse adventure for terrible food. Sledding on objects that are not sleds. Running from the police.
However–there is one that I have steadfastly refused to participate in:
wearing sweatpants/pajamas/not clothing to class.
This has become a revolution on college campuses. On my way to get a muffin before my first class, I counted 16 sweatpants. In my 7:30 am biology lab on Thursdays, almost every one of the approximately 15 in attendance chooses these for their outfit each week. These people were of varying ages and races. Even some of the “non-traditional students” (read: old) wear them. The Vietnam veteran that lurked in the back of last semester’s class on that particular war would often pair his signature scent of cheap whiskey with some unflattering Adidas track pants. He not only taught us what little Vietnamese he knew ( “Say it with me, class! ‘If you’ve got the time, I’ve got the money!'”), he also proved that the comfort-first trend knows absolutely no boundaries.
For years I have struggled to understand this phenomenon. Most people point to comfort as their reason for wearing not clothing to class. Understandable–however if your actual clothing is that UNcomfortable, you are probably making grave mistakes while shopping. Another common retort is “WHATEVA! I DO WHAT I WANT! HOMIE! DON’T PLAY ME!” (paraphrased.) This appears to be a cry for independence and to be taken seriously in their new surroundings. However, don’t you think you would be taken more seriously as an adult if you dressed like one? Employ a zipper or hell, an iron someday–you’ll be amazed at the confidence by others you may suddenly garner! Finally, I often hear people explain that it’s merely for warmth. As the mercury around here has dipped into the single digits … I have no reply to this one. Skirts are quite chilly this time of year.
Therefore, I!, being the intrepid pseudo-reporter that I pretend to be, have decided to do a little investigative reporting–into the floppy trousers of my peers. I, domesti-cait, will wear sweatpants … TODAY!
As a frame of reference, here is how I have looked on other occasions, going to school.
I apologize for the piecey look. These pieced together mirrors from IKEA are the only semblance of a full-length