For the second time already in this new year the possibility of being fined for the kinds of clothes I wear was proposed in the US.
About to leave home this morning to run errands wearing the leggings I still had on from working out, I was stunned by a teaser on the TODAY show: a Montana legislator had introduced a bill to ban yoga pants to strengthen the state’s indecent exposure law. Too tight and revealing, he said.
The idea that at 67 I could be too sexy to be in public made me laugh out loud. If my t-shirt didn’t cover my butt, the hooded sweatshirt over it certainly did.
That’s the other thing that could have gotten me arrested. In Oklahoma. If a bill to ban hoodies introduced there in early January had made it. That proposed legislation was to reinforce an existing law forbidding wearing a mask, hood or covering to conceal one’s identity during a crime.
Thank heavens more reasonable lawmakers prevailed in both cases! Scary to think if they had not.
Actually, I don’t own yoga pants and had assumed they are like leggings. Thanks to Google, I now know that the basic difference is that most yoga pants have a foldover at the top and flair at the bottom and that, generally, leggings are tighter all over.
Yikes! That’s even worse. What a hussy I was going to Target like that! Ha!
All right, here’s a photo I don’t show people—not so much because it could have been incriminating but because I don’t like it My boyfriend called this picture “cute as punch” but I think it’s ugly as hell. All I was trying to do was to keep from freezing while glacier viewing on a cruise ship, but had that hoodie bill become a law that passed across the nation, I would have been breaking the law in Alaska. (Photo processed in Picasa in an attempt to make it less hideous and recognizable!)
At Christmas, I would have been a coast-to-coast offender for buying Pittsburgh Steelers hoodies for my son and grandson in Pennsylvania and a San Diego Chargers hoodie for my son in California. And I suppose that would have made my brother, a sporting goods salesman, a criminal for selling them.
A friend traditionally gives commemorative hoodies to her family and friends who participate in an annual event. Oh boy, she would likely have been in more trouble than her giftees who dared to wear them!
While banning hoodies and yoga pants is ridiculous, I agree that clothing can be a question of taste, decency, etiquette and public safety.
Sagging pants, for instance. Never mind the myriad of connotations. Just how do they keep them up, anyway?
I’ve never quite understood what’s so offensive about wearing a ball cap, or any hat, to the dinner table. Yet it’s considered such bad manners that I can’t help finding it irritating.
And what about those necklines that plunge to the waist that are so stylish these days? I’m far from a prude, or a fuddy duddy, yet I seem to be in the minority in finding that look unattractive. The other day I showed my boyfriend a picture of Jennifer Aniston in a dress with a deep front cut and asked if he likes that style. But of course! He thought she looked great, and sexy. I think it detracted from her beauty.
Coincidentally today when my issue of People’s Awards Season Special arrived, that very picture was on the cover.
I should have Picasa’d that one and said it’s me. Maybe I’m just jealous!