Someone asked me yesterday what I thought about the idea of Sedgwick County joining a few other communities to ban saggy britches. I’d summarize my thoughts with this: (visualize eye roll).
The question surfaced in that hotbed of civic advancement ideas, Opinion Line. My reaction falls in line with some WE Blog thoughts by Rhonda Holman. And if the county DID decide to pursue the issue, I’d have a few more fashion felonies (well, probably more like misdemeanors) to throw on the list, and I’m sure Bonnie Bing would, too. Two birds, one stone and all that.
Is the saggy pants look inexplicable? Of course. Going back many decades to my youth, we would have never considered a fashion look that made it appear we’d had a biological mishap in our britches. Of course, we had tiny basketball shorts and a thousand other clothing atrocities.
I’m somewhat fascinated by the logistics of baggy pants, though. This morning, I watched a young man try to hurry across 2nd Street while traffic waited on him. He was able to take roughly 4-inch strides because of the pants around his calves. Morticia Addams would’ve been proud.