Love, Your Neighbor With the Horrifying Lawn Furniture

[rinue]

I have procured some truly dreadful culottes -- high-waisted, cropped at mid-calf, made in a hideous drab-brown-on-drab-green floral print. I am delighted by them in a way that even I find difficult to understand. I can tell I am wearing them as an act of aggression, but against what? I don't even feel hateful about it; I feel that I am doing the world a favor.

I do know that my love for these pants is not ironic or camp, although, again, I don't understand how I can love them for their hideousness non-ironically. It might have something to do with the sublime. It might have to do with the fact that a week ago I spent more than a minute staring with unmasked joy at a 2-year-old's meltdown at IKEA, knowing the kid was fine and the parents were fine.

Comments

[valancy_jane]

I love mumus, even tremendously ugly ones. [shrugs] Life is odd.

[rinue]

They're just so happy - comfortable and colorful. I associate them with teachers, with people who aren't at all concerned about being sexy but who do care about being obviously fun and friendly.

I don't think you watch Community, but there was a good line a couple of episodes ago where one of the characters was on truth serum and having a meltdown and one of the "truths" he tearily revealed was "I like women better in pajamas than lingere. I just want to know they're comfortable."