July 5, 2012 by rapoulson
So, the entire time I was getting ready for yoga this morning, I was thinking up a really lovely post about getting back to basics, but because I’m kind of a bad person, I need to take a minute first and focus on this chick who put her mat down in front of me who was wearing super sheer leggings and a leopard thong.
I don’t need to know you like that.
Can we please wear pants that aren’t see-through? Is that really too much to ask? Can’t we have a civilization?
Listen, I have a full appreciation of inexpensive workout gear. I do not own Lululemon. Most of my leggings were purchased for less than $10 from Forever 21 and lived their first lives serving Malibu and pineapples in a dive bar in Greenwich Village. They are bleach stained and haunted by the ghosts of Smurftinis past. This is not something I’m snobby about. All that I ask of your pants, is that they cover your ass.
And if you cannot wear pants that cover your ass, can you please put your underwear on correctly? I do not want to spend the first five minutes of class with the urge to pick a wedgie that is not my own.