Monday, Aug. 21, 2006

Sweatpants and See-Through Skirts -- Rantalicious!


The site overhaul is progressing. Invisibly, as far as y'all are concerned -- a lot of things written in WP documents, waiting to be uploaded when I get all the cosmetic stuff ironed out -- but things are moving along.

(Heh, didn't I just sound all smart and stuff, just now? Like I was actually doing something design-related when I'm really just borrowing a template from someone much more web-talented than I? Cool, huh?)

But, I will interrupt the overhaul for this entry of extreme rantyness.

I was at Walmart today, with Mom. It was her idea, so don't look at me like that. I had a scorching headache to boot, and Walmart on a Sunday afternoon is really just an exercise in frustration and cattle-herding. Why people feel the need to stand in oddly-shaped clots, blocking the aisles in such a way that everyone else has to invent an elaborate dance just to be able to reach the paper towels, or the cat food, or whatever, is completely beyond me.

But that's not even my rant -- that's just an absurd fact of life. The lighter part of the rant is this: Mom and I had only been in the store for about 5 minutes when we encountered a woman wearing one of those gauzy, currently-fashionable skirts. Okay, fine. It was solid white, also fine. Not so fine was the fact that she was wearing no slip, no tights, no sort of lining. Just underwear. White, cotton, with a cute little design along the elastic.

I SHOULD NOT KNOW THIS MUCH ABOUT A STRANGER'S UNDERWEAR.

And it wasn't like I stared at her butt, either. All of this information was gleaned by a quick glance, and then a brief double-take to verify that, no, I was not imagining things, and yes, that woman was wearing the equivalent of a tissue with no other coverage but the panties on her ass. She was at least in her late twenties, so she was well past an age where it would be excuseable to go slip-less. It was about 70 degrees out, so it wasn't anywhere near hot enough to justify such a lack of clothing.

I just don't... why would... who does... I can't... GAH! Need... to find... reason...! Does... not... compute...

!!

Moving on to the rest of the rant, here, now. Mom was looking for sweatpants. Plain, old sweatpants. Every store carries them, right? Right?

Why, no! There were no sweats to be had in the women's department. Mom inquired about it, and what was she told. "Oh, we don't carry those right now. Sweats are out of season."

Out. Of. Season. Sweatpants? No, that can't be right. Sweatpants don't *have* a freaking season, because? They're sweatpants. Some people wear them to bed, at night, which, you know, happens during all seasons. Also, people wear sweats to jog in, or go to exercise classes, or yoga. Some people wear sweats around the house on their day off. Which also doesn't have a season.

Looking around the activewear section of the women's department, we found a variety of 'exercise apparel'. This mostly meant leggings and sports bras, to the tune of $25 a piece. Yet, in the men's department? A whole wall of sweats. Normal, comfy sweats. $6 a pair. So, what? Men are exempt from seasons?

This is not a man-rant. This is a Walmart-is-a-stupid-store-and-the-clothing-industry-as-a-whole-is stupid-rant. Because, damn. They must think I'm a total idiot, to plunk down a quarter of a hundred dollars for some cheap-ass cotton and elastic that I don't even want, just because they choose not to keep sweats in the women's department.

As we were leaving, Mom muttered, "I don't think I want to come here anymore." And, I must say, I had to agree with her.

saturncat at 12:03 a.m.

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