not kilts, mind you. we are not talking about a garment in ethnic plaid made of an appropriately masculine thick wool. no, no. a fucking skirt. in what appears to be a light-weight jersey knit.
what is it with men and skirts?
let me amend that. i know what's up with men and skirts and i heartily approve. but what the hell is up with men wearing skirts?
i'm going to prance out on the stereotype tree and say i'm pretty sure this is a gay thing.
i base that conclusion not simply upon the fact that marc jacobs is a gay man but upon experiential proof.
once upon a lone madcap midnight, S made an impulse buy of an entire bolt of black fabric in order to make- you guessed it- a manskirt.
to this day, i don't know where this idea came from. up to that point S's Fashions were pretty much limited to polos and abercrombie. this was, after all, the guy who took me to the homecoming dance with a carmike cinemas t-shirt visible through his button-down, so it looked like he had a ginormous chest tattoo.
there had never been anything (except, perhaps, the whole i think i might be gay thing) to indicate that we would wind up here, milling about the walmart sewing section, with him turning to me- in one of those moments where you can almost see the thought bubble and are helpless to pop it dead- and saying that he would like to make a manskirt for himself.
it was the year 2000 and this seemed shockingly, monumentally millennial.
and apparently it was something he had wanted for awhile. or at least long enough to know that nothing in inventory at express would do and to have hatched a plot to overcome his inability to sew through the use of craft glue.
the manskirt. yet another secret i could never understand.
our history is more than a little checkered so while i would like to think the manskirt episode was during the gay days, i'm pretty sure this occurred during the summer of straightness. i'm pretty sure we were at walmart specifically to purchase the britney spears cd at midnight when my boyfriend turned to me and said, y'know, i'd really like to buy some fabric and make myself a skirt.
which either makes me very sad for my 19-year-old self or makes me want to die laughing. or maybe a little of both.