Skinny Pants

In general, I feel as friendly towards "today's" clothes fashions as my father does towards today's music (read: not friendly at all, Limp Bizkit/triangle fringe scarf was the last straw).  However, I (Dr. Stylez, PhD) am tickled by the emergence of stretch pants (or, as we called them in my house growing up, "skinny pants") as a real and true thing people wear outside their homes.

As a kid shaped like a ravioli on two pieces of spaghetti, I insisted on soft fabrics and elastic waistbands.  I also avoided sports of all kinds, learned to jump rope in fourth grade, brought a selection of novels to Field Day, and earned the famous report card comment "needs to play more with others" -- all stories for another time.

At any rate, corduroy, khaki, or, heaven forbid, jeans had no place in my childhood wardrobe, at least until as a preteen I started caring more about what other kids thought than my own comfort.  25 years, yoga, vegetarian diet, and an arguable waist later, and getting dressed on non-office "jeans days" feels like stepping into a dark-washed field trip to Adventureland.   And now the skinny pant has become a respected wardrobe element (you've come a long way, baby).  Not exactly business casual perhaps (though what, as we have established, do I know?), but widely regarded as "cool" for weekends, extending to a sub-class of the skinny pant that disguises itself as jeans.  Which begs the question, how many fashion editors and trend setters are skinny ravioli all growed up?