I wear yoga pants. Oh, you heard me. I said it. Not only do I wear yoga pants, but here’s my dirty little secret: I don’t care what people think of my wearing yoga pants. Not only do I wear yoga pants when I’m actually, you know, practicing yoga, but I work from home, sit at a computer all day and I’m writer when I’m not working. I like to be comfortable doing it. Sometimes during my day, I have to leave my house and run an errand and I’m simply not changing clothes and getting all dolled up to run to the bank, and, oh, whoops, turns out I need to go to the post office, too. Now, I’ve gotten out of my car in two places wearing yoga pants.
I read an article recently that talked about when it’s acceptable to wear yoga pants. The blogger was all in a tizzy because apparently, women have taken to wearing yoga pants on planes. You know, those big metal birds in the sky with the small, cramped seating, uncomfortable terminal chairs, and two hour security line. Those things.
What this blogger seems to have missed is that there is a whole social movement happening right now, and has been happening for some time, that says what’s currently out is telling women how they look, act, dress, wear their hair, etc. isn’t good enough. Women are actually under the impression nowadays that they can leave their house in something that’s comfortable for them and judging them for it is passe. I think these bloggers are fearing for their jobs.
This blogger wasn’t writing for Vogue or Marie Claire of Vanity Fair or another magazine that’s fashion driven that people tend to pick up and read to find out what they should wear. No, she was on Yahoo. Where millions of women log on to on a given day to get their news and email. Instead of embracing the fact that women are no longer standing for being told by the media what image is acceptable for them to have, she’s screaming about yoga pants. The every day woman wears yoga pants. Would I wear them to a bar, a restaurant, the theater? No. But yes, I’ll wear them when I run to the library.
If you’re going to write for a publication geared to actual, everyday women, with actual everyday concerns, you should probably start focusing on things these women care about. Things such as her worry that her child is gluten intolerant and maybe she needs to change their diet; the fact that she pulled up the national sex offender registry and saw that there’s a registered sex offender two streets over from her house; how she’s going to pay for braces; is that lump she discovered in the shower fatty tissue or something to be concerned about; the fact that she’s working the same job as the man next to her at work with the same qualifications and she’s making less money to do it; and, oh, I don’t know, the current Syrian crisis or other pesky world issues.
Because the everyday woman cares about these things. She needs more time in her day. She needs to go through her kid’s dresser to pull out clothes that are too small and replace them with clothes that fit. She needs more pepper spray for her purse because she gets off work when it’s dark and lives in a city with a less than impressive crime rate. She needs to take the dog to the vet. She needs to make an appointment to get her teeth cleaned. She needs to make it to the bank before it closes. She only gets an hour for lunch. She has problems. And the fact that out of touch and judgmental bloggers think she shouldn’t be comfortable while handling her problems, isn’t actually one of them.