Over the years I haven’t really owned a lot of pairs of denim jeans. In fact my parents gave me permission to buy my first pair when I was in sixth grade (you have to remember that back when I was in elementary school, jeans were not the uniform code). No matter what type you finally wind up buying, they never really fit well. There is always something not quite right about them.
I always thought it would be a good idea to just let women go into a shop and have a tailor custom make jeans for the individual customer, but then we would have the same privilege as men and that, apparently, isn’t allowed. Men can have adjustments made to their clothes to match any part of their anatomy that isn’t in harmony with the fabric. We women are just expected to all be Betsy Ross accredited seamstresses and fix our own problems, but have you ever tried to deconstruct a good pair of jeans? It’s like chiseling rocks with a meat hammer.
I finally did obtain one pair of jeans that I wear only on occasions when I’m trying to fit in, like our company’s designated “Jeans Day” this past week. Frankly, I’m used to trousers without complicated or uncooperative flies on the front, and without the bulge created by the top of that darned metal button.
Finally I should confess that my jeans are not indigo, so Stacey and Clinton from What Not to Wear would have my head on a platter for committing one of their major fashion faux pas. However, at least they are decently proportioned and I only wear them when I absolutely feel it is sociologically appropriate to do so.
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