Yoga Pants -- A Public Service Announcement

Ladies, we need to talk.

This is going to be hard for you but I assure you it's just as painful for me to have to be the bearer of bad news.

I've come to the realization that many of you are deeply confused about what should be a completely obvious fact, and I've taken it upon myself to clear up the misunderstanding.

Brace yourselves; maybe take a deep breath or two. This may come as a shock.

You look like absolute trash walking around in yoga pants all the time.

Especially if you're fat (which is more than likely, statistically speaking).

Especially if you're not on your way to or from yoga class (you probably aren't).

I'm not trying to tell you how to live your life. It's a free country and all that. I'm just trying to help you come to grips with reality.

It absolutely baffles me how many of you are going out in public wearing yoga pants instead of proper trousers as if it was a completely normal and rational thing to do. If all the men of the world suddenly took to walking around in pajamas wherever they went, what would the general reaction be? Probably something along the line of "What a bunch of lazy asses" (which would be entirely accurate).

It doesn't look good. It looks lazy. It looks like you just fell out of [some desperate stranger's] bed and landed in a sweaty pile of apathy, which you then decided to haul up your oversized gams and strut around in at the grocery store.

Furthermore--and this is the bit that I think you're all missing--nobody else thinks it looks good. Not even the other yoga pant-clad belugas like you.

Horror.

"Well, I don't care what anyone thinks about me," you may say, and if that's the case then good for you. Honestly. If you're comfortable enough in your [overabundance of] skin that you're not worried about what others think of you, that truly is admirable. I'm not telling you to care what people think of you, I'm just here to make sure you understand what they think of you.

Your decision to knock about in what is essentially sleepwear shows that you really couldn't give a llama's arse about making yourself presentable and leads anyone who sees you to draw further unsavory conclusions about your self-maintenance. "If she can't be bothered to wear actual clothes, has she bothered to bathe recently? To brush her teeth? Comb her hair? Fend off her various infestations of lice? Anything?"

Don't think I don't get your reasoning either. I understand that it's comfortable and women's clothes--especially the fancy ones--often aren't. I get it. However, while I'll often come home from work and go straight into my pajamas for the rest of the day, unless my house is on fire I'm not leaving it without putting on something that doesn't look like I stole it from a Salvation Army donation bin.

"But I bet if it was some hot girl you'd be OK with it!" you moan, desperately attempting to convince yourself that I'm wrong.

No. I really wouldn't be OK with it and try as I might I can't think of a time I saw an attractive female wearing yoga pants anywhere other than the gym--one of the few places it makes sense to wear them. Part of what makes a woman (or anything else for that matter) attractive is the presentation. Yoga pants' presentation is akin to that of a grilled cheese sandwich that you scraped off of the floor and garnished with dead beetles.

I know--you're upset. I'm sorry.

You don't have to change anything. Maybe you're happily married, have a bunch of kids, have a job that you love, don't need anything more from life, and don't need to care what anyone thinks. That's totally fine. Just to reiterate, I'm not here to try and stop you from doing what makes you happy. If you're not worried about whether or not people take one look at you and assume you've got a five-foot stench radius and a buildup of moss between your toes, by all means wear whatever you want.

But you look like crap. Just sayin'.