Once upon a time, I used to work on a college newspaper. The paper was halfway-decent, with some really strong writers, editors, and layouters. And it turned into a really tight-knit group — probably the result of a lot of late nights spent together drunk on Country-Time Lemonade and laser printer fumes.
Now, when I first joined the paper I remember hearing the cool senior kids using some phrases my friends and I never used in high school. For instance, whenever you asked someone to do something that wasn’t their responsibility, they’d just reply “Not my pants!” and walk away. Since it was pretty hard to enforce serious accountability amongst a bunch of volunteer college slackers on Sunday night at 11:30pm, you’d usually just end up doing the job yourself — the unrevised article replaced by a recipe off the Internet, the Editor’s reply to a scathing letter replaced by a photocopy of a hippo.
One day I made the mistake of asking how the phrase “Not my pants!” originated. The story I heard was delivered third- or fourth-hand, but it is painful and scars me to this day. It went something like:
“Well, one night my roommate was sitting on the couch watching reruns on TV wearing a big pair of baggy sweatpants owned by my other roommate. It was really late, he was really tired, and the only thing keeping him up was the fact that he really had to go to the bathroom. Yeah, number two. So anyway, he’s sitting there, really not wanting to get up, and eventually, in a tired, fuzzy head-daze he just says to himself ‘Awwww, not my pants’, and proceeds to go to the bathroom right there… in the pants.”
Yes, folks, that’s the story. Believe me, I don’t like sharing it with you and I had some doubts about whether or not I should. But now that it’s out there, you all know a memory that I’m forced to live with for the rest of my life. I guess the moral of the story is never lend anyone your sweatpants. Because lady, those things are just so comfortable that whoever you lend them to might not get up to go to the bathroom. For real.
Yes, old, faithful sweatpants. So comfortable, yet so risky for wearing out of the house. Seriously, how many of you would pull off The Sweatpant Look next time you were going out to a movie or the grocery store? I bet not too many, despite the fact that sweatpants are God’s Gift To Legs and they’re just so simple and practical. I mean, for instance:
- No need for a belt. You just toss ’em on and you’re good to go. Just think: if we all switched to sweatpants, we’d render the belt obsolete. No more belts! Gone, just like that, forever replaced by a superior technology: the elastic waistband.
- Easy to turn into shorts. You just roll them right on up and you’re good. That’s right: Instant shpants. Now that’s flexibility. A side benefit is that they don’t look terrible, unlike rolled up suitpants or rolled up tight, white jeans.
- Stretchiness. Have you ever heard someone say “I lost thirty pounds! I had to buy all new clothes!” I have, too. And have you ever heard someone say “There was a sale on Ben & Jerry’s last week and now none of my clothes fit me!” Me neither, but you know that’s going on, too. The point is that most clothes aren’t that stretchy, so if the size of you changes, so does the size of your clothes. And that usually means you have to go buy more. But guess what? You don’t need to buy new sweatpants! Yes, sweatpants are like the caring, understanding, stretchy friend in your closet. They’ll just wrap themselves around you comfortably, whatever size you are. Thanks, pal.
- Warmth. Hey, when you’re walking around in your beltless shpants, it’s easy to overlook one of the key sweatpant features. That’s right, folks, I’m talking about warmth. I mean, there’s a reason they’re not called shiverpants.
- Relatively cheap. What is up with the price of pants? You’d think we’re buying bald-eagle-head-encrusted cashmere-infused Kobe leather trousers judging by the price of some of these things. I mean, they’re pants! Keep them affordable, people. We don’t got cash. Have you taken a look at the economy lately? Everyone’s broke! That’s why it’s all about the sweatpants. A side benefit is that they rarely change color or style, so you can use them for years to come without worry. Remember, when it comes to sweatpants, gray is the new gray.
So let’s sit back and smile and slow smile, nod a slow nod, and clap a slow clap. Let’s raise our drinks, then clink them, then drink them. Yes, let’s give cheers to sweatpants. Let’s say thank you sweatpants, for everything you do, on behalf of the world’s hot, comfortable legs.
AWESOME!
Wow!
We just got word that The Journal of Awesome is already in its third printing! It’s only been on stands a couple of months so let me just say thanks to all the other awesome writers out there enjoying jotting down their awesome thoughts.
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Neil
That last picture is cute. :)
But you know what? I don’t even own sweatpants. I feel like I’m being deprived or something…
Its time you go get yourself a pair and join in the awesome comfy-ness.
You simply MUST get some posthaste!
In the interest of fact-checking: I grew up with the guy in question, and they were his older brother’s pants. I believe he was also playing video games at the time, and didn’t want to hit pause.
I don’t know if any of this makes the story better, or worse, or what. Bravo all the same for sharing it; as soon as I read the phrase “not my pants,” I thought “Wow, is he about to go for it?”
Who does THAT?! A college male, that’s the only who who’d do something like that! You’d not find a female student doing that. LMAO!!! Thanks for the facts, Matt! I’m just sitting here laughing hysterically!
I have one pair of sweat pants that I’ve had forever. I wore them while I was pregnant the first and second time. I wore them home after having both my kids. I wear them to lounge in. I wear them to go muddin’ in. I love my green sweat pants.
In the winter, when I’m cold and unemployed, I sometimes just pull a big ol’ pair of sweatpants (formerly owned by my husband) on right over my pajama pants. Can you say super warm and comfortable?
FUNNIEST POST EVER! I lost count of the number of times I laughed out loud. It did make me feel a little nostalgic though. You see I got a pair of sweatpants for Christmas in 1987. They were red and obviously comfortable as all sweatpants are. After 10-15 years the legs had shrunk for some strange reason, so I made a pair of very stylish capri pants out of them. Then the waist band started to go, and I had to roll-up the waist band so they would stay on. Last year I finally realized just how ugly they were and that there was a really good chance my husband was tired of seeing me wear them. For the sake of my marriage I gave them up (sniff sniff). What was I thinking?!? That would have been the perfect opportunity to test the “for better or worse” portion of our vows.
I don’t own any sweatpants. I should probably get some. They sound like they are the King of Pants.
They are a must have!
Fabulous description, Max! There ARE the king of pants!
There was a shop that made THE BEST sweat pants, with the perfect length and width of elastic, sewn within the perfect width band which trimmed both waist and ankle perfectly. The ankle was boot cut so hiking boots could be worn with them:) My favorite colours were kaki and navy but they did come in every colour under the rainbow AND you could even buy a matching jacket! Now we’re talking fashion!
After wearing them to work on a cabin in the woods of Cranberry Creek, they were covered in pine sap, musk oil, char burned holes from the mosquito smudge blaze I tended to religiously; deer fly and fish gut blood stains, it was time to let go:( AND when I went to buy some more, I was miserably disappointed to find Au Cotton store was no more and I have never found the comfort and style of those sweat pants since!
Oh where oh where did the Au Cotton go…Oh where, oh where can they be?! Seriously, does anybody out there know?
I tried to Google it, but I can’t find anything. :(
Hi Wendy, I remember that store — it was spelled Au Coton, which is probably why Bekah couldn’t find it. There is a yellow pages directory listing for a store in Kelowna: http://www.yellowpages.ca/bus/British-Columbia/Kelowna/Au-Coton/2102860.html Is that anywhere near you? It seems there are a few in Ontario as well. Hope that helps!
you two are really Awesome:)
Kelowna was the one I shopped at…sadly closed:(
The other day I was ecstatic when I found the best~ some broken-in loved but not terribly worn, navy blue Au coton sweat pants a thrift shop! I completed my shopping, was about ready to pay and then this thought came over me, “What if the previous owner loaned them to a friend and the friend pooed in them?!*” And my joy was deflated:( My ever buying thrift shop sweats again has forever been destroyed:(((
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